What dreadful sin have I sweet Jesus
That you now turn your back to me
How have I offended thee O’Lord
In my worst strife this is to be
In a soft gentle voice he answered
Child follow closely and do not stray
Now that you need me the greatest
Please allow me to lead the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is in our most difficult moments that we need our Lord most. The call must come from deep within. Amazing poem.
Thank you so very much