“I’m often asked if God I blame?
If for my birth I curse?
But those who ask are still in shame
And that is far much worse
Not all in Christ find quick release
Though cleansed and free of stain
From fear of death I’ve such a peace
Though still the pains remain
It’s just my flesh that’s bent and weak
In Christ my spirit’s strong
God’s not a man who sees a freak
That sings in praise His song
He sees a child who had a need
A lamb that went astray
Who sought His Son on which to feed
His help to find the way
It’s not the blind that cannot see
The dead who fail to live
But fools who think a child like me
Has nought in Christ to give
God gave with love a quickened mind
A faith to move all doubt
To see the truth through eyes once blind
And know what love’s about
Now with this love my soul can fly
I move as none before
Though in my chair I’m soaring high
And won’t come down no more
Take hold in faith both whole and lame
Let Jesus touch your eyes
Allow His Flame purge free of shame
Then like an eagle rise”…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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