Tomorrow's my possession
If today is gone
And my past has been overcome
For as the twig is bent
So is my intent
Even as time laments
Life on earth becomes a fence
Between birth and eternity
My soul toward God does flee
Certainty is no suspense
As reality pays its pence
And the Breath of God - You and Me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem