Oh Lord! I can’t get enough of You!
My admiration for You can only grow
But when I want You to hear my praise,
It’s seems I only walk on toes!
The questions I want answered
Are too numerous to ask!
Like why am I sitting here,
Feeling I’ve been stabbed in the back!
'Cause here she lays with the illness
That came around to invoke
Such havoc inside her body
When nothing bad she’s spoke!
I’ve thought so many times
Of moments where I find
When bad turns to worse
And worse turns to worst
How can I trust You at such a time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem