What ignorance I have,
for the earth and the Lord Above.
What little faith I hold,
in the Promise of His love.
What foolishness I have,
for holding on to my sins.
For holding on to guilt,
for letting the devil win.
What pain I feel,
each and everyday,
my heart is really aching,
in every single way.
What stupidity I have,
for not sitting down to pray.
For in that simple thing,
I have a clean slate.
It makes life so easy,
when we try to make hard.
We don't appreciate the draw,
when God gave us the card.
What jealousy I feel,
for people who live better days.
People who have the Lord,
and lean on in him in all ways.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, well beyond your years, this is one of my favorite of yours..10