Thinking everything is well Lord
Ears hear, eyes, see
Others may feel, life's vengeful sword
But thanks to You! not, me
Though often times when sinful too
Falling quarry, to shame
Realising the things I do
Is causing joy to lame
No sickness, plays a part in You
No wickedness at all
So what else would You have me do?
Never again to fall
I want to live, never to die
Practice, life's truths to thrive
Cautious seeking The Way on high
Whole heartily alive
Make me clean Lord, please make me true
No longer walking blind
Make this Your servant, more like You
Change my shameful mind
With hands washed clean, with feet well shod
With thoughts full grace and love
Let nothing else become my god
Except my King above
Though proud I stood, humble I kneel
Before Salvation's throne
Knowing Lord God, the way I feel
Roll away death's stone
Receive hell's filth, causing me strife
Place my hand, Lord in Yours
Open Your Door to endless life
Lock and bolt hell's wide doors, , , , , ,
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I would like to translate this poem
'Make this your servant, more like you Sublimation of one's own self while praying to the God is in itself reminder that the God is the roll model for the poet. Devotional beautiful write, compelling to think in theosophical perspective.10 ++