I revisit this again
and want my time with God
to renew and to begin
I ask my God come comfort me
I no longer wish to live separately
help me lie in that green pasture
where I could hear my Father's laughter
and feel God's grace upon my face
warming and caressing me....
I'm tired of life I live in pain
take my pain from Parkinson's away
light up my soul's nights of darkness
let me know I am loved and not alone
with His rod and staff protect me
keep my dark visions at bay
reform me in His image
I don't want to be worldly
so enlighten me
and let me be just His
if He won't cure then temper me
support and strengthen me
but please do not harden me
I am made of clay please shape
and take my transgressions away
let me lay in that pasture
now and in the here after
I repeat my prayer in faith
then close my eyes to see
the glow of my Father's face
shine on me with grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem