If I was sitted on the throne of grace
With angels and archangels
Where iota of darkness can't be trace
And solemn songs sprawled, of holy evangels
Then like martyr will I be stone
Or hung to death at night
If I erred or stray to paths unknown
Or on my deeds demons take delight
But I am human with scores of flaw
Weaknesses hunting me like a hawk
Faults making me stay on fearsome awe
And I trail in this hassling walk
And If I err
And err and err,
Please forgive
And forgive and forgive
I'm a fallible human being
Striving to become divine
Earth is filled with imperfect being
Perfection belong to the Divine.
So very true. No one is perfect and everybody has his own flaw. Yet, we have a heart and mind that can tame this flaw.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful and well expressed poem with a meaningful message.