Evil I do but good I want,
All I try turns to dust,
I thought I had given up,
Given up all to you,
but still too much myself in me?
This division inside,
I am dying yet I live,
resurrected from my sin,
yet buried within my deeds;
condemned by the evil I do,
even thought I want not to,
But still I participate.
Hatred mixed whit love,
Shame mixed whit Grace,
that's clear sense of self;
I loathe sin trying to love myself,
Hatred, shame, Love and Grace;
I failed but I am worthy still,
not by deeds but by grace!
Condemned yet saved,
Undeserved yet I am loved,
The greater sense of self.
Sinner's turned to saints,
Unholy sanctified,
Surely it is insane,
trough the worldly eyes,
something not to comprehend,
yet that kind of God,
I have placed my faith in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great piece! I can see you have just started - write more for you have the potential.
Thanks. Actually I have written poems for fewa years now and I have lot of unfinnished and finnished pieces on my computer. These I have shared here are just a fraction really. I appreciate your words and I will continue to write. Sometimes my pomes might have some spelling and grammar errors because I have dyslexia which is quite ironical.