you wake me up gently
when my wicked world sleeps
and everytime i fantasize my reality
you come
and take a hold of me.
to you, i come in sweet surrender
with your guiltless stare
you have me conquered -
i am defenseless.
and only your eyes can put me back to sleep
when once again you'll wake
and take a hold of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jesus ends our timeless sleep (as you called it) when He comes. Isn't it wonderful to have hope in this seemingly hopeless world? Great job!