Lord you know I can't read or
write
I hope you can understand my
plight
I only know what I've been
told
That you have a city made of pure
gold
Lord I would like to walk those streets
above
And walk in abundance of your unconditional
love
Lord you know I can't read or
write
But to see that city would be my greatest
delight
Lord you know life is hard down here
below
And down my face tears do
flow
We have suffered loss of loved ones
so dear
And now they live in the eternal day
so clear
Lord you know I can't read or
write
But they tell me of a city where the
Lamb is the light
Lord they tell me that everyone shall
not go
Only those who believe in Jesus from his
wounds blood did
flow
From his beaten body life did
drain
So that forgiveness and heaven we
might gain
Lord you know I can't read or
write
But they tell me Jesus will make
things right
Upon the cross I do
now see
The one who gave himself for
you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful and very well written poem of faith and hope. Always needed.