At each moment at each day at each night we hear story,
In each word in every line in each feeling we sing his glory.
Lorry of life moves in righteous highway by his nice grace,
Base is his blessings and wisdom; he is kind to human race.
Place to place we move in autumn steady is our motion,
Emotion comes seeing rain of grace, we fall in his devotion.
At deep night body sleeps but mind in trance searches light,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem