Sometime ago, something struck Me in the throat:
itching and brushing me like an abrasive edge:
My heart pounded hard like a resonating sound
and My soul wondered how
to cross this hedge
Hedge it was but an inspiration it is now,
My heart no longer pounds but yearns to sing.....
melodies that even My lips are astound at,
as all My extolments to The King I bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice Devotional poem written in praise of THE KING OF KINGS. The joy of repentance and total submission to the WILL OF GOD well captured. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.