Father, You have cleansed and dried me so well
But this time, O I could not really tell
Back to the mud I go and there I play
I think that playing there would make my day.
I know that playing in the mud is wrong
But why is it that playing there I long?
There are times I try to clean somebody
Even though I know that I am dirty.
I boast of my good works and hide what’s bad.
I tell I’m happy even though I’m sad.
Gracious Father, please search and know my heart
Renew it and please give me a new start.
O please! Let me not stain myself again.
Let me be a true honorable man.
Please clean me again and let me move on.
Let the desire to get dirty be gone.
Father, clean me again and keep me clean.
Thank You and to You I will always lean.
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Copyright © 2010 by Obed Dela Cruz
(February 17,2010; Marikina City)
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life’s tendency to stay in lows…’Up-Pull’ by God…puts in highs So you’ve dictioned accordingly and rightly…thanks Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10