I thought me strong,
But I was wrong.
I thought I held might,
But it took flight.
I thought I stood on discipline!
But I found me out of line.
I ascribed to me power,
But it withered, a fickle fleeting flower.
All power belongs to God.
He sits on Heaven,
Above planes numbered seven,
Doing as He will, He is God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem