I do not walk alone
for I’m covered by his blood.
He walks with me and talks with me.
My face shines for all to see
He carries me when I’m weak
Lifting me off my feet.
He is my savior, my truth, my all.
He gives me strength to stand very tall.
This morning I raise my hands in praise to Jesus
knowing in my heart, he will never leave us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem