I will bless the Lord at all times,
He shows me mountains that I can climb.
Life flourishes when the sun shines,
Seasons may say, it's not the right time.
Can there be a place in my heart,
Where God can go, examine, and explore?
Holding out the keys of death and birth,
The choice given to me, can unlock each door.
Willingly, I took the graceful option
For God to put thoughts into my mind.
I will bless the Lord for my healing,
Taking all the imperfections he can find.
And if I can't find the answer this way,
Where else, could I find the Lord today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So beautiful. What can be better for someone than wishing the Almighty to take control of his life. Well done, Gerry. Thanks a lot.