You knew that the word of the Lord, would never break,
but still wrong choices, you continued to make.
It was told to be ready, for the Lord would soon be there,
but you laughed and shrugged, as if you did not care.
But here now, with great fear and sorrow, you're upon your knees,
crying and pleading, for another chance please.
But I am sorry young one, for the word must stand,
so dearly beloved, I cannot take hold of your hand.
Oh...if only before this day, you would have sought,
but now lost one, depart from me, for I know you not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow i liked it! so cruel and sweet at d same time