Letting Go
It's time to rest in God's
splendid, starlit skies,
With nigh a worry or care.
Just the whisper of a
sweet sigh.
To know that heaven is our
ultimate home.
No prize can compare to
spending time with God.
He loves those who make
Him first.
Not chasing human crowns.
Doomed to unsatisfy our
heart's ultimate thirst.
" To God be the glory."
August 21,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No prize can compare to spending time with God. He loves those who make Him first...../// EXCELLENTLY WRITTEN ON THE PURE FAITH IN GOD
Mahtab! So glad to know people still believe in God! Many have dashed him out of their lives. So sad, and thank you for a high compliment, In Humilty, Panagiota.