When I walk into a storm
You take hold of.
My hand,
Bringing my life to the norm,
You steady me.
Making sure that I don't fall,
Taking hold of my shaky limbs,
My faith climbs.
As you hold time.
Giving me time to compose,
I repose.
No love compares.
No love wares.
As this eternal love that I have for you!
My only desire is to please you, Lord.
With melody and lyrics, written with words.
My soul sings the chords.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem