It's a shame so many, won't catch a clue,
prefering being lost, to knowing what to do.
So their fault alone, for refusing to see,
and never becoming, what they meant to be.
And no excuse have they, for the truth they heard,
for all around echos, His everlasting word.
They just stand in the darkness, and won't open their eyes,
and every ounce of help, they just despise.
But since we were born, we have needed a hand,
so not by our own strength, do we stand.
Really foolish to delay, becoming His,
when everything we want, He truly is.
For once in the warmth, of his loving embrace,
never could be found, a better place.
His words are true, and his love is pure,
and to all despair, He is the cure.
So seek the truth, and His hand take,
for it will be the wisest choice, you ever make.
Because there really is, no better friend,
that can stand with you, till no end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem