God, my God,
I am suffering.
I have plenty of doubts.
I cry in this dark night
standing all alone.
The thoughts that
you have left me,
kills me.
Is it true O God my God?
Have you left me?
Or is it a trial that
comes from devil
who speaks to me
in my ears, that
you have no interest in me?
I feel terribly alone.
Please tell me the truth.
Can you ever leave me?
This is my darkest hour.
Please do not leave me.
(Graphic: sam saved to paint. Prophetic art just for you. Pinterest)
O God I am the sufferer O God mercy on me My eyes, my ears, my nose, my mouth, my hands, my legs feel always guilty in the path of lacking of You every limb of my body bitter sufferer wherever I go whenever I move sleeping and awakening if Your presence cannot feel the limbs O God come, come to me pour on me the rain of Your mercy I am thirsty sufferer (- - -)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O God please quench me and my limbs, by the forgiveness light from Your supreme court O God please enlighten my darkest hour by the forgiveness light from Your supreme court///