The way to my hut
was barren and bare.
Last night you came to me
My God visited me last night.
This morning, the way you came
is full of flowers and the scent
of your feet linger everywhere.
Lord. When will you visit me again?
Where our feet step – desert Where Lord steps – flowers You’ve got the difference!
What a lovely poem! God's presence in our life can truly transform our life. From bare, barren to the flowery, fragrant path...that's the power of faith. A beautiful thought expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's is the longing of every soul, god is omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, true by reading ur poem I realised, thanks for the share