In pride and self we walk so tall
We sing indulgence’ song
Man had the truth, but let it fall
And thought it never wrong
With God, man walked a little while
He knew the joys of life
He saw the love, The Father’s smile
But then he forged the knife
In Satan’s mould, man’s dreams were cast
Forming the devil’s blade
When fanned by sin’s accursed blast
God’s Light began to fade
This evil blade so strong and cruel
Gains strength on lustful gain
Each time we let the devil rule
Each time we let him reign
Each cut and thrust we’re led astray
We sever thus life’s cord
In shame we leave The Father’s way
Yet still we call Him “Lord”
We call Him Lord, yet pay no heed!
He calls, but still we fail
We disobey each rule decreed
Till lost, we end in jail
Thus till we see The Lord’s return
Till Satan’s final shame
Each evil knife we need to burn
Within God’s purging Flame
Before The Lord we understand
Before on Him we gaze
We need to live through Christ as planned
We need to change our ways…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem