I have lost my faith and drifted away.
My zeal has all gone and I cannot pray.
The church is an anathema to me
and is the last place that I want to be.
Those many years in which I attended
are forgotten now my faith has ended.
Something in me has diminished and died
and as it disappeared I wept and cried.
I feel so angry and very uptight
and wonder if things will ever be right.
I want to run but cannot quite let go
Just what will happen now I do not know.
Then Jesus said, "My child do you not know
that I will never, ever let you go."
"I understand what you are going through
and will walk along this rough road with you."
"My love for you is so great and so free
and is much stronger than your love for me."
"Remember that I stand here at your side
with arms all inviting and opened wide."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem