I wondered why my circumstance
had turned out as it had.
What had I done to cause
a situation quite this bad.
When finally I asked the Lord,
'How did I, get in this mess? '
He said, ' You opened up a door
allowing it, more or less. '
I thought, oh no that can not be
I did not seek this out.
'Why didn't 'You', stop me Lord? '
I whispered with a pout.
That's when He showed me
how my path had wandered off so far.
He said, 'You did not ask Me,
that's why you're where you are.'
I knew what He was speaking
tho devastating still was true.
I also knew that at one time
it was something I'd never do.
I had no choice except to fall
before His throne of grace.
To seek what I had long ignored
His voice, His heart, His face.
As I lay broken listening
there in that Holy place,
His Light resolved catastrophe,
and swept away all trace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem