Like Robert Frost
In his great poem,
'The Road Not Taken'
Is where I've gone!
I chose to hear the voice of God,
'Security' - NOT - instead: The rod!
I could have had a comfy bed,
But now I cry - and bless the dead.
The choice was mine, I don't deny-
But this('ill'home) is just a lie!
I hurt the ones I loved the most
But God forgot, the Holy Ghost!
With JESUS CHRIST my way of life,
My God of love is not a knife.
I wish to greet the gates someday-
SO...now I'll wait...
So I can PRAY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem