Why must I have the pain, L-rd?
Why must YOU again test me?
Is not my Faith in YOU, L-rd
There for YOU to see?
Whilst writing poetry to YOU
The pain dost cease awhile,
As thoughts of love for YOU, L-rd,
Makes me want to smile.
At four thirty in the morning,
When I should be asleep,
My pen glides on the paper,
These words to YOU will not keep.
You know what’s in my Mind, L-rd,
Why in Poetry must I them write?
Lest they just remain hidden
And from others be out of sight.
My Faith in YOU’s enduring,
I know YOU’ll heal my pain,
As poetry I write to YOU, L-rd,
This Morn, and again, and again.
© Copyright Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] - 03 August 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem