Once, my troubles piled
Walking this life's tough road
I heard someone call, 'Child'
And I replied, 'Yes my Lord.'
'Why, ' said He, 'do you allow
Yourself to drown in misery
In this vast sea of sorrow
Alone, and not call unto me?
'I was always told, ' I replied
'We never missed your view
From you, nothing can hide
So my pains i thought you knew'
Where from came the boldness
I could not tell either
To speak with such openness
Yet speaking to the Father
'Indeed, ' He responded, 'I knew,
And really hurt that you suffered it
But no plea for help came from you
Which meant you were handling it.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem