We wander lonely as a cloud
For gold our lives to fill
Bustling with the maddening crowd
Opposed to Heaven’s will
The devil has us running wild
Satan at beck and call
Till deaf and blind and so defiled
No deeper can we fall
Yet still for more we seek and strive
Demonic wares to buy
We walk so tall and seem to thrive
And then one day we die
Aghast we’ll see it’s not the end
Too late sad souls will say
But knees no more to Christ can bend
For peace to come our way
We’ll see the root of all our fears
The Truth of Christ on high
In pain we’ll shed countless tears
But none will hear our cry
However much we understand
Of life’s deep flowing stream
Has God not in His mighty hand?
The answer to our dream
He’s Christ, He’s Lord The King of love
The Prince of peace divine
Calling all sinners from above
To drink of Heaven’s wine
Accept The Truth Receive The Light
Vacate your house of sand
Depart from shadows of the night
Take hold of love’s fair hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem