Poèmes
It's Simple
I have a room which is free.
It is small but comfortable.
Plain and simple but warm.
At first a candle was lit
and light shone in the darkness.
The shadows fled away in terror.
For the darkness did not understand
the light!
Now there is a fire burning in the room.
Near the wall is a bed where I always find
Rest and Peace.
This room glows with that fire.
There is a man who likes to make himself
comfortable here.
He is now at home in that room.
His name is Jesus Christ, He is called
the Son of God,
but he prefers for me to call him -
Emmanuel.
That room is my heart.
In love of Him.
