The wayward heart when drenched with shame
Condemns the very soul
Yet Christ who died to take the blame
Can save and make us whole
Christ’s Holy Flame, His gentle Force
Convicts the heart of sin
With peace, He brings such sweet remorse
That leads to change within
Yet still we seek the crowd for peace
Instead of Christ above
We hope a crowd will bring release
Will give us strength and love
We just can’t fool with life today
And think we understand
We can’t despise the cross and say
I’m safe in Jesus’ hand
This life we live is not our own
But Jesus’ Christ God’s Son
Responsible; is each alone
For all on earth we’ve done
Of any crowd we should beware
Not seldom are they wrong
The way we choose with them to share
Could be our dying song
In crowds can dwell such evil deeds
Can house so much debris
We cannot live with Satan’s weeds
To thrive; we must be free
Without the crowd the Lord will reign
When through true faith we trust
Alone in Christ we’ll live again
While crowds return to dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words and beautiful contents. the flow was great and sent one off down the road to Christ. Blessings. love and hugs Ernestine XXX