Looking back at my life from past to present.
Pin-pointing every single event.
Wickedness was at one hundred percent.
Instead of running away, I needed to surrender.
Allowing Him to cut out the 'cancer'.
I get a call to repent.
Since then me and Him had no argument.
The air now has a beautiful scent.
That demon I once had, I no longer represent.
From darkness and into the light,
My future is very bright.
Who will He call next to repent?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem