Before, I used to break down and cry.
All of these questions end up with whys—
Why did someone choose to say hi,
But later on, he says goodbye?
Am I not worthy?
Worthy of a love that I haven't felt yet?
I thought it was true love...
But no, says from Above.
Stop looking for mere affection—
Start pursuing God's direction.
You can't please everyone;
Love yourself and know your worth.
Oh, you of little faith!
Come to God—don't be afraid.
Let Him hear you sing a song;
Praise His name all day long.
You are more precious than gold.
You are worth more than sparrows.
Let that be a promise to hold
From the only loving Father you've ever known.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem