There is a silence, then I hear her cry.
She questions me, but I can't say why
There is a mystery, why would I cause pain
To my beloved, with nothing to gain
There is a penance that tears at my soul
In my brokenness, I long to feel whole
There is a knocking, on the door to my heart
My LORD Jesus Christ will pick up the parts
There is forgiveness that covers all things
There is a silence... then I hear angels sing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem