When I stop and look
At the man I’ve become.
My accomplishments meager
In the minds of some.
I look deep inside
And there I can see
The accomplishments of
Christ living in me.
It is through his love
That I’m able to reach
Out to a lost world
With a confidence of speech.
A new creature of beauty
Made with reason and rhyme,
With Gods perfect meter
And Gods perfect time
And it’s through His creation
That I’m able to stand
And say “I am a Poem”
From the Masters right hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem