I’m flying high,
But I’m going lower.
God lift me up,
Don’t make me go slower.
I can keep up this pace,
I want to finish the race,
I want to see your face.
Why does it take so long?
This is my mournful song.
I want to be in heaven now,
I want to do my best,
but how God? How?
Help me wait for you,
help me seek and do your will.
Help me be patient,
As I wait to see your face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I didn't actually write this poem, my sister did when she was thirteen.