I live with fear, hopeless today;
It appears I have lost my way;
Can I not have halcyon days?
Must I suffer always?
I tried my best to live in truth;
The trunk has got a poisonous root;
Some branches will now bear bad fruit;
O heal me Lord, I plead.
I listen to my conscience;
But I'm a man of God and science;
I'm forced into resilience;
I hate world of pretence.
Man's ways are treacherous and rife;
Trials fall down akin a knife;
Sometimes, I cannot bear my strife;
Give me Lord, righteous life.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-2-2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very profound and honest write on life and human weakness - very inspiring prayer poem.