I delight in Him.
He is my chosen one.
My spirit rests on Him.
He will become
the Lord of Justice.
He will not shout
or cry out,
or raise his voice
in the streets.
A bruised reed
he will not break,
and a smoldering wick
he will not snuff out.
(These words are spoken
about Christ.
Reference to
the book of Isaiah
Chapter 42,1-3) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Today this poem has given me solance