I'm not hungry for food; I'm hungry for the Word.
I don't want to miss out; my plea has got to be heard.
I pray to God: don't leave me out in the cold;
satisfy my hunger, bring me back into the fold.
I am hungry for Christ; I know how much he sacrificed;
I want my chance for glory, for salvation to be my story.
I've been stressed for too long; I want heavenly choirs singing my song.
Please God, give me no more tears; take away all my fears.
I want the sun to come out; I want to run and shout.
I'm hungry for a life with Christ; I'm willing to pay the price.
I'm tired of moving so slowly; it's time for me to be holy.
No more being stressed; I want to let go, let God, and be blessed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How true this is amidst the chaotic world that we live in.