The more I move, the more I face darkness
And the urge to hold my ground from foes.
I turn to the clutches of the devil; the more
I look for success, the more failure gets by.
On my mind, these shades always haunt me,
And my thoughts and imaginations are going
To take me into utter ruins and darkness,
Where there is none support nor to hold me
From drestruction. My Lord! show your grace,
Light up the path I walk, not to let me be folded
Up in sheaves of falsehood, treachery, and sin.
Release me from these damnable frustration.
Only by the grace of your name, as I have
Nothing else, to reach for your compassion.
I'm grateful to you that this is your prayer, which was written as a sonnet also. It is well that you dispel darkness with your poetry while asking for aid from that which is a higher reality. Shane
Well, I think it's a good prayer, and in my experience, sometimes holding one-pointedly to such prayers, (24/7 if necessary) can be the only possible avenue of deliverance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for writing this beautiful prayer! I will read it again and again...