The Lord makes my way clear
Whether I know or don't know
Wiping from my face every trace of fear and tear
Leaving me in a state of glamorous glow.
The Lord makes the impossible possible
Whether my knees weaken or strengthen
Making his mighty voice in my ears audible
Empowering my pilgrimage days to lengthen.
The Lord fills my brain with knowledge
Whether I know Mathematics or not
Ensuring he plucks up from the sin sledge
Where my life threatens to rot on the trot.
The Lord showers upon me graces
Whether I listen to a homily or preach
Levelling any encumbrances and stresses
That on impulse my bliss and peace they threaten to breach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem