Past mistakes still spring to mind,
In sleep they haunt my dreams
They mingle with my hopes and prayers
Then flow in tearful streams.
And yet I know you bide with me
You lead me by the hand
You teach me (though I’m loath to learn)
Until I understand.
Show me not your plans for me
But lead by footsteps small
For in looking onward at the goal,
I will surely fall
For I have trod this path before
Without your guiding light
And so it was I lost my way
Alone in darkness’ plight
May my thoughts, my words, my deeds,
Be ever in your will
For though I feel that I am alone
I know you’re with me still
And you shall guide me hand in hand
And calm my troubled soul
And when my heart shall break again
You shall make it whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully put Greg. Great poem.