I had lived the lives of others
Walked under their shadows
Studied their theories
And practiced their principles
I wanted a second of my own
So to them I would never again owe
Strengthen my soul
Mother Nature
Lead me to my goal
And let me reach the future; my prayer
I needed a healthier life
With a little wealth
Granted
What good could I boast of?
Nothing!
Yet, God
With his abundant Mercies, grace and compassion
Through Jesus the Christ, saved and shielded me
From shame, destruction and eventual death
I am never better than the people I see suffering
But I am still alive
Healthier and wealthier and still kicking
Because of a blood
Not an ordinary blood
A blood with weight
Thicker than any fluid
And heavier than any object
That is the Blood of Jesus
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am never better than the people i see suffering Nice work.
Thanks, Snr...