Why were we created?
What was the use?
We who cause,
Such pain and abuse?
Why were we created?
What was the point?
When all we do,
Is disapoint,
Why were we created?
What with all our sin?
We who are converted,
Dragged into sin?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God created us for His good pleasure, it is our will of chioce that causes us to sin. Another short yet meaningful poem, rather deep. Good one! ; D