I just don't understand
Why I was an eighteen year old man
Still sinning from the palm of of his hand
Repentance is in need but oh Lord I was wondering what should I do
If I was repeatedly commiting the same sin that is not pleasing to you
I was trapped in a place where I felt distressed
I was falling to temptation and fail to regret
The pleasure that satan was getting out of it I felt so neglet
I was made to cry Holy unto your name
All of this were my actions not the devil's blame
I was clean outside but filthy interior
I was so afraid because I didnt want to face hell's exterior
Lust temptation was stinging me like a poison sword
I didnt know how to avoid dating worldly girls
I got too much of the Lord in me to enjoy the world
But had too much distraction in the world to obey the Lord
I thought I was complete I couldn't barely speak
The way I was going my faith might of been falling asleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem