(The peace of God.)
'Pon entering life's stormy strides,
His perfect peace accompanies
With incredible calm.
Though the rain beats down,
Floods rise, lightning flashes,
And thunder rolls,
One can rest, in spite of the storm.
I do not seek a closet shelter.
Nor to crawl under a bed for fear.
For God is my shelter,
And he is always there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem