Oh gentle touch upon my naked hand
Divine proof that alone I never stand
Brisk winds cutting me deeply to the bone
Your warm, gentle embrace to me be known.
For even when I’m overwhelmed and lost
Love comes not at a particular cost
All you ask that I remember your Grace
Honor and worship you in any place.
Though I oft forget and stray from your side
You welcome me back with arms open wide
Your omnipotent guidance brings forth light
Resign my heart and soul to be all right.
Oh God, my Father, you make me humble
Walking your path so that I won’t stumble
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I would like to translate this poem