When supremely my idol falls,
While I purl down that aisle sadly,
As I wish for Him to return to me,
May I live at best that holy.
For falling was the greatest price
And greatest gift He gave to me.
Does that not oblige me vividly
To provide the heart of me?
Will I live in denial and constraint
Or sacrifice myself when time calls?
The hardest decision to ever make
When supremely my idol falls.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem