When you caress my hair mildly,
You‘re stroking them with tender kindness.
In Father’s hands, I sit there quietly,
Inhale aroma without bounds.
As a small stream runs into river,
Thus I flow in the grace of God’s Son.
I love you, Lord, I love forever.
And without You I am exhausted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem