Oh, what's that which I need to have?
Why should I wish for more?
When I walk down the final path
Along the golden shore,
That which I thought was what I need
Has lost its strength to please.
His mercy cleansed the poison cup;
Presented me with ease.
When with his life, he paid for mine,
Suffered and then came back,
He pointed out God's own kingdom
And set me on the track.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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