God, is my all and
I’m weak without him.
Only he can understand me, and
Strong is his hand.
Because his is forgiving and everywhere
I’m never alone.
Leaning
On wings of a dove
You are my Heavenly Father,
So sweet and loving from above.
Please answer when I call on you
Don’t forsake if I’ve gone far from you, please don’t
Move your hands from upon my eyes
Or
I’ll see the world through unclean eyes…And
Fall
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I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful work Brittany.... a fine piece