This is me, just behold, 
My faith is solid like a rock; 
I won't drown in a sea of tears, 
As I am firm inside the flock.
This is me, just see to know, 
My hope lives every day; 
Trial to me is a sweet agony, 
For I will win all the way.
This is me, look at my heart, 
Inside is not pretty ugly; 
Love is felt a million times, 
Bringing bliss, mirth, and glee.
This is me no one else, 
Having no tons of money; 
My treasure is in heaven, 
But I will fight poverty.
This is no Juliet to Romeo, 
Nor Gina to Tommy; 
I'm a chosen one to the Lord, 
This is Lorss, this is me.                
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I would like to translate this poem