Friday, March 06, 2009

I Need A Translator

My hands do fail to understand the language of my soul
And all my great imaginings do rarely reach their goal
I am undone, I cannot speak
I need a translator.
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Oh, that my hands would learn to play
The music of my heart!
And guide my pen to demonstrate
The sweetest poet's art!
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But they cannot.
I am undone.
I need a translator.
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Oh, that my lips would better speak
The praises of my King!
And beauteous pictures in my mind
My painting brush might bring!
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But they cannot.
I am undone.
I need a translator.
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Still, what I've recieved may I ever give;
No matter how stuttered and poor.
To truly bring my offering
I need a Translator.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Who wrote this poem???

Sarochka said...

I wrote it earlier on that morning that I posted it.
God is good.