Woe unto me
if I ever thinks it's by my effort
Woe unto me
if I ever think it's by my wisdom
Woe unto me
if I ever think it's by my studies or understanding
Woe unto me
if I ever think it's by strength
Woe unto me
If I ever think I owns all I have
For this I discover,
It's not by strength nor by sweet,
It's not by the help of the former
But only by His grace
The secret is this, He just likes me
All I have is His grace
Woe unto you
If you ever think that you are in-charge of your life
For by strength shall you not prevail
Don't be like the rich fool
He is the driver of your life
We are here only by His grace and by His grace
we shall be there.
CHAMPION
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem