I made sport of the great love there is
Over those inky clouds above my head,
That amazing grace and abundant peace
That are all but mine to receive and enjoy.
Somehow I felt that someone there above cares
And plans the best for every single day I breathe,
He counts me not just another man but His dearest child,
Though humbling heartbreaks here below may seethe.
Yet I did not know how close to His heart I always am,
I thought that I should not too much bother the skies with my troubles,
Oftentimes feeling that my prayers are just some unwanted scam,
Before I knew that such were an aromatic incense to Him.
So now I shall say all my determinations to the heavens,
Say my wants to the Unerring Ear lodged above the shadowy cumulus
To clear my heart of all fears and cares and worries,
And sit back and hope and urge my heart to relax.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem