Herre, jeg vet du er alt.
Du er min skaper,
Min Gud.
Ditt blod lot du renne for meg.
Du forlot Himlenes herlighet,
For å kunne elske meg.
For at jeg skulle kunne kjenne deg.
Jeg vil kjenne deg.
Løft hjertet mitt opp til deg,
La det møte ditt.
Herre, la meg høre dine hjerteslag
Du er min skaper,
Min Gud.
Ditt blod lot du renne for meg.
Du forlot Himlenes herlighet,
For å kunne elske meg.
For at jeg skulle kunne kjenne deg.
Jeg vil kjenne deg.
Løft hjertet mitt opp til deg,
La det møte ditt.
Herre, la meg høre dine hjerteslag
Å papa, hør mine.
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I wrote this poem on wednesday night. Just a little translation for those who don't read Norwegian too well:
My Prayer
Lord, I know you are everything.
You are my creator,
My God.
Your blood you poured out for me.
You left the Glory of the Heavens,
To be able to love me.
So that I could know you.
I want to know you.
Lift my heart up to you,
Let it meet yours.
Lord, let me listen to your heartbeats
Oh papa, listen to mine.
Thank you for reading, it's deeply appreciated =)
åslaug
Very beautiful poem---thanks so much for translating. Much love to you dear åslaug.
xo Jewels
What a lovely poem!
Thank you for stopping by ~ wishing you much success with your sewing and knitting projects :)
Deb
hello åslaug. Could you ask your sister to email jenny wren about the apron swap please. Thank you dear.
Dear Aslaug-your poem is very beautiful. I love the way you call our Lord papa-it is just so lovely. Blessings, Rose
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