When the world looks at me, I point to you
When the world whispers encouraging words, I point to you
For I am an empty vessel that you have filled up
For I am a tool in your hands
When the world notices my faluts, I remember that I am
As clay in your hands that you polish each day
When I fall, I remember your throne of mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the piece make me cry