I was troubled at every hand;
My mind confused …. Didn't understand;
But Jesus saved a wretch like me;
And when morning came … I was free!
My skies were cloudy, dark & gray;
Storms pushed themselves into my day;
But then the" Son Of God" shined grace on me;
And when morning came … I was free! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem