In touch with God;
That's all we want to be;
To see our Saviour face to face
The one who set us free.
We lock our hearts upon the throne
When praying for the lost.
We pray with tender breaking tears
When our tears are tossed.
The gentle beating of the drums
Seem to calm our fears
We pray to God our King on High
The answer is unclear.
4/8/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem