You took my love, I had no choice.
No matter what objections I may voice.
There's no getting it back, I shall relent.
I will accept the fact with utmost poise.
Lord, in all I do, may the glory go to You. Amen.
© Greg Alan Oosterhouse,3-3-2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem