Thy god created me
Loving me night and day
Thy hand I may be
Follow the way
Thy servant’s fool as a king
Wearing the robe of malice
With crown of his own making
Destroying the temple of thy grace
Yet thy forgiveness pure as thee
Thy love delivered me from my enemy
Drew me back from the sea
Of lament and pain- man’s cruelty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem