Life was trashing to an end,
to be laid eternally dead,
but your abounding grace delivered,
like a huge caravan from a gushing flood.
Evil made to destroyed, was denied,
Gratituide weeps in my trembling heart,
Your greatness exceeds humanly smartness.
Without God, even gold is evil!
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I would like to translate this poem
You really know your way with words. There's some symbolism in this piece of yours. Well, I shall keep on reading.