There are Times when I fold..I just run from Your Face
When I don't want to pray..just want to run away
I get to that place..like a useless, silly race..
but You are there..and in play..when I get there anyway! ! !
When my heart..in its stride..doesn't correspond with my outside
You are there..this I know..an Iron Grip that won't let go!
Never let me go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem