Through the wilderness and brokenness’, I cried out for death, thinking that would ease it all.
Hoping that he heard me up there,
In desperation I awaited my call.
“He heard me? ” I wondered long in Pain, in a confused state of mind.
Looking at the fan I set out again,
Wishing for a rope to find.
No Rope I saw, No Knife around, but something I can’t neglect.
He seemed like someone I knew before
Some one beyond the word “Perfect”
You it was, standing right behind, waiting to wipe off my tears.
“Death wasn’t the answer” God said,
“But a friend to over shadow your fears”.
Holding my hand you walked through my life, still holding it tight as ever.
Sacrificing it all, you stand right near me,
Looking for a smile and not a tear.
Miracles happen I do believe, there s a lot in store for me.
Till you hold my hand right through this life,
More miracles will I see.
A wounded bird I felt before, until you walked right in.
God has a plan I do believe,
For he sent you to heal my broken wing.
I see my lost love return someday, I see it very clear.
I see a bowl of joy and love,
The bowl that you bought me near.
People say Angels exist, some don’t believe they do.
But I would go with their existence for sure, For in my life I have “You”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem