When things in life are tearing you apart,
People can see what's on the outside but not in the heart,
When despair draws it's hand near your soul,
Hope flees you and you no longer feel whole.
Doctors call it 'Depression', a different state of mind,
But there is one thing they will never find,
What these people are missing is only love,
And people can only find it from above.
God sent his son to come set us free,
Crucified on a dogwood tree,
So we can have eternal life,
Were we will never again have pain or strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice writing....and very true...thank you...