As I went along the lonely road
At every bend I sought
The Face - the Face I dearly love
In all that lay before.
I heard His voice at quiet of night
Saying onto me,
'My child, why make your life so hard
Where you are I Will be! '.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is very, very sweet. I loved it! Sincerely Ernestine