I know who God is.
When most folks giggle and point when they see my flaws
And I feel loveless and of no value and unworthy to all
When my day has come to an end and another lonely night begin
I long for loving arms to hold me or to catch me when I fall.
I know who God is, he's the one who comes to me, everytime I call.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem