I can no longer deny this gift, from up high
that you have bestowed unto me
As hard as I have struggled,
and fought to live my own life.
I now realize that
it was never my intention
to be prideful, and unworthy of your grace
At times I feel I can't show you my true face.
This wonderful gift of poetry and song;
I've tried to shelter it; I was selfish
and now know I was wrong.
This gift you've given me,
has no place for a being without a face!
I will try to live this life you've chosen for me
and will do my best to Honor thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem