Green grass, leaves of fall.
And Lord i'm glad you made it all.
Patience, love, and so much more.
He saved my life a thousand times i'm sure.
He didn't make himself a sacrifice,
For I should be living more of it right.
I have washed my sins feeling the love of him.
It should be way i'm living, the life I should be in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem