Dearest, hold my hand
and thus guide
as me as I traverese
the turbulent paths of life
teach me humility
that I may humbly accept
my wrongs and frownless
I be when I am corrected
teach me to
stretch my hand to help
those around
knowing well that its you who made me so
teach me to trust
what I may at first mistrust
for good is often hidden
and the best is often late
teach me to
be your trusted child
willingly following ur bid
so that I may rest in peace.
lovely poem indeed....but we are loyal servants of god almighty not the child of god...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very beautiful and touching.