As i sit alone pondering on what to do
The weight on my shoulders heavy as i think things through
And yet whatever i do it will be to no avail
For without You, the plans of a man will only fail
So from my heart a song will rise
Hoping it will pierce the heavens through the thick dark skies
That You may hear it while sitting on Your throne
The cry of a son, whose heart You own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a touching ang moving poem, Osc.... a full 10+++