I walked, and he strew
Thorns in my path
I prayed to him
To subside his wrath
I lied he then
Had me caught
By being true
No good was brought
Life I assumed
Was a sweet Dream
“A nightmare” he fumed
And made me scream
Exhausted, I ran away
To a lonely place
He changed the play
Pushed me back in race
He and I, one on one
Can’t stay can’t run
“God” what’s your plan
Let me live or get me done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad one, but then, you can always turn to Him..i know He will listen to you..