Along the weary road I stroll this day
Asking God to guide and show me the way,
And to purify me now and make me whole,
Not only my body, but my mind and soul.
The trek is strenuous, the road is steep,
I reel, totter and fall and often creep.
I ask for help to rise and confront each day
With fulfillment and love come what may.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem