Lord,
Rain down your blessings upon me
and shower me with your living water
while bringing forth life
to my corpse of dry bones.
Lord,
Overtake these doubts
that cloud my mind and my vision
which keep me from reaching my destiny
and from seeing the fruit
of this harvest that you have planted.
Lord,
Spring up those dead roots
that cannot grow in my existence
until you breath a fresh abundance
to my inner soul,
a soul waiting to be molded
into an instrument of thy purpose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem dedicated to The Lord, lovely to read, be blessed.........10+++