Am I real to the tests
of being a human flesh
created in His own image
of body and soul package.
Am I true to the faith
of being a believer of fate
imperfection is the way I walk
sinful words I often speak or talk.
Am I honest to my affinity
of being amongst Christianity
backsliding is the act I practice
still keeps the faith without malice!
Am I destine for hell
of being with others who fail
world pleasures quite compelling
how can I resist as a mortal weakling?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. You can be in the world and still practice holiness. Great write. Thanks for sharing