I have fallen to my own demise;
for the words of the wise,
had I stubbornly rejected.
the warnings I neglected,
for I enjoyed the flatter;
but now my soul had become sour.
for guilt had passed it verdict
and judged me a sinful convict.
i sink in deep mire,
where there is no standing.
the carnality of my mind,
had made me the Lords enemy.
i wish to be graft into the vine!
to be restored form death
and condemnation through flesh
and to drink from the served wine
I fall to my knees,
with tears of sincere plea.
draw near to my soul! ,
and redeem the joy of my salvation.
cleanse me of my blemishes
pour ur spirit upon me,
bless my offspring,
as it were in the beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written. May the lord hear your prayer