I have seem days when the sun just would not shine.
On my enter being.
And life itself seems so unkind.
But when the winds of my enter soul.
Cries out for mercy
It never blows across deaf ears
When the wind cries out in silent.
It rolls across heaven and earth.
Like a might from the horn of Gabriel.
For God responds best to one.
Who neal down and humble himself.
Before him in a silent prayer
That is when the winds of the soul cries out for mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem