It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
Your goodness is perfect and enough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
You chose and made each and every day
That I may enjoy this life that seems rough
It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
In my quest for freedom's elusive ray
I dug my very tomb in grounds tough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
I chose to be good only when I would pray
Sinking into moths-infested and rotting tuff
It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
Shame has become my mate of play
Fiddling with my life like a Cartesian graph
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
Now I will come back to never run astray
Evil won't crash me like cigar stuff
It is I oh Lord that turned away
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
Choice is basic to life. Good choice means good god fearing life. Am glad you realised it. God bless you. Mohabeer Beeharry Good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I chose to be good only, thanks. good write.