There is one who pulls us down
Laughs and jokes and plays the clown
Jigs and dances with such glee
They're mine, no longer free
So as the Darkness has to flee
Turn on the Light that's in me
For Satan no longer has a hold
Open my mouth make me bold
One hears that Pharasaical prayer
Which charms the people, oh how you dare
For God watches from above
Your actions they show no love
Now having been confronted
For now you appear quite dead
Heart and Spirit are long deceased
Gods Spirit has now decreased
What beauty to fall into Gods loving arms
Filled with His goodness and loving charms
But so sad to fall into His awesome hand
His treatment wont be so bland
18/11/01
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem