My lord I would like you to be my compass
Give me the gift of direction, guide my steps
Against vile creatures seeking to devour
My weary flesh.
Lord be my shield
Guard me against the sword of my enemies
As I traverse my sea of endless troubles
But above all things be my light
Less I go pale only to fade into the dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely envisioned. many thanks.