Sometimes we think we got the whole world figured out
Thinking you know everything
But I came to a level where I learn
That the only way to find lifes ring
Well my heart goes out for those who don't have god
Who don't know what is it to feel the warmth of his love
to those who don't know his word
Its as pure as a white dove
Make of yourself the least
Be humble
Humiliate yourself
And mountains will tumble
I take a breath knowing that I'm special
That I'm chosen
That god look at me and call me his son
And I worship the holy lamp his son who has risen
Well he is our shepherd
And we are his sheep
He knows our name and problems
He never let's go even if you 6 foot deep
All he ask is to be praised and loved
To be a living sacrifice
Try to strive for perfection
And you'll have eternal relaxation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem