I want my day's journey to be embraced
By the cleansing power of grace
It's gentle touch slowing my halting steps
In life's ever maddening race
I want to be wrapped in the folds of truth
Feet shod with sure sandals of trust
My head and my hands held firm in love's bands
And humble cloak worn by the just
I want to be dressing green vineyards of him
Who planted and watered the trees
So when night descends and the harvest is done
The maker of all I may please.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem so well written. and humble cloak worn by the just... so serene.