Drowning in a sea of depression,
without ever learning my life's lesson.
Dreaming about taking my own life,
instead of trusting Jesus Christ.
Drowning in a sea of self pity.
Please do not color depression
as something poetically pretty.
Jesus Christ is knocking at my heart's door.
I left the key under the mat on the floor.
He can fill my heart with his never ending love.
As pure white as two turtle doves.
Drowning in a sea of make believe.
While asking permission of learning
life's many lessons.
Forgetting Jesus Christ died
on the cross of Calvary to
liberate lost souls such as me.
Drowning in a sea of isolation.
Living in a world of poetic hibernation.
Instead of talking on the telephone,
whenever I happen to be at home.
Drowning in a sea of loneliness.
Realizing it is a 'sad affair.'
Realizing just how much Jesus Christ
really loves me enough to set
my captive spirit and soul free!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem