I forgot my God was out there
Inside my soul was crying
I worked hard all my life
My faith now slowing dying
Status was all I though off
Material possessions I craved
Money cars and holidays
Showing off my wealth
One day as I looked in the mirror
I didn't like what I saw
What looked back at me
A person I hardly recognized
That night my heart was heavy
Knowing I had forsaken God
I need my faith to guide me
And stop my soul from dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ayes, faith and material possession do not dwell at the same time within a heart, nice thoughts, well penned thanks for sharing
Thank you Shakil