We who are the pastors of our time
Can only hope to heal the smallest fraction
Can not resist the avalanche of smooth talkers and soft thinkers
But must stand aside or be crushed
Us for whom sin in so real
Our own and that of others
Ultimately trusting even our own brokeness
To the One who most can heal our world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem