There is a road that leads down to Jesus Avenue, where poppies grow like wildfire...
There is a small path that leads to His Grace...where an abundance of lilies erupt without a trace...
There is a river down the road down the small path, that leads to Faith...where roses grow without thorns but gracefully grow like lace...
There is a valley down the small path where shadows never emerge but sunlight erupts in daisies of never ending days...
There is a mountain down the small path that inclines into full lavender vines...
The vines lead you into the moonlight...
The moonlight leads you into the daylight...
The daylight awakens you to a new day...
There, God stands still with you...
Opens your eyes to seeing true...
Cherishes your life as you never knew...
There... God restarts beauty anew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem