Taking to spirit that His will be mine,
and knowing His grace will make me soar,
with a gentle touch, which I so adore;
A guiding radiance for all to see shine.
With daily prayer to confirm I’m divine,
devotions and questions he won’t ignore;
Taking to spirit that His will be mine,
and knowing His grace will make me soar.
Be not afraid if I don’t build a shrine,
for in troubling times He’ll tow me to shore,
faithful, always leaving open His door,
in devotion, His hand I’ll never decline;
Taking to spirit that His will be mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem