i lie, i mess up,
i am a sinner and a hypocrite...
i lust and i cheat, you know why? ? because im not perfect, i mess up...
but the one, thing that is perfect, i have,
i have him in side me and when i mess up i don't always cry, but sometimes i do,
because i really don't know how a person like me, soo dirty and black,
so backstabbing and mean
so name calling and compassion-less,
could ever deserve someone like him in my life, someone who accepts me EVERY TIME i go to him, someone so patient with me, right there with me on every step i take,
and when i fall back,
and back,
and start to fade away,
and realize how much I've fallen, how many miles away from God i am,
no matter when it was the last time i even thought about God or prayed,
or what i did so many times,
or how many miles I've run from him,
when i turn around and see him in the distance, gleaming through the midst of imperfection and enmity's i let get in the way,
he's almost gone... i'm almost alone, im so cold in this world i dont understand,
i'm cold, lost, and i turn around and can barley see him,
but there he is, the perfect man, that i ran from, the guy that has kept me alive all these years and blessed me with wisdom to understand things that others at my age wouldn't..
i take one step, call his name,
and i'm right back in his arms,
even in my darkest times, his voice is more clear than a light in the dark, and i know exactly where to find him,
... i just have to turn around from where i walked away, and let him take control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem