Poetry

Far too long I have wandered in the darkness
were blinded against Your cobalt-blue sky
and now a promise radiates out of the spring,
suddenly all of life is coming back.
Oh Lord, let I become holy in You
and forgive all of the mistakes of my youth
while Your healing pours down with the rain,
and free me from each iniquity,
make Your decrees my greatest joy.
 
Lord, make Your decrees my greatest joy,
before the first leaves of my life fall,
help me to live again, to be happy
even when the worst thunderbolts fall all around me,
help me to only notice Your love
to find refreshment, pure happiness,
teach me to constantly faithfully serve You,
to live with the trust of a child
before the years of old age do devour me.
 
Bring Your living rain to my existence
before the years of old age are able to devour me,
change the destroying stormy wind,
lead me to a companion, to the one,
who can understand me, the one who can bring happiness,
help me to find my way again,
and my poems to honour You,
help me before I die from discontent,
Lord, take notice of my life that is wandering.