My days are black
And my soul lost to the dark.
Darkness got me quack
In this pool of evil shack.
I struggle through the mark
But the strength I realized I lack-
Having the sight of goodness from me sack.
Through and through the struggle continues aback;
Wither and thither the bands of grace slack;
Like one drunken with applejack
I thoroughly ransack
The pack of the universe for a rack
To have me once again in His Glorious racetrack
But through I hear Him say "Grace got my back"
So I had to go to church
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem