The good that I would I find I do not.
My mind's in turmoil and tied in a knot.
For that which I would not, I find I do
and it feels as though my mind's split in two.
Wavering and drifting between two ways
yet determined to walk all of my days
close to Jesus and in His footsteps tread
then my two minds will be one when I'm dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was wondering why you used schezophrenic as your title. Because what's wtong that your mind choose and what's right has no place. I liked your this conceptualization. I liked your crearivity to use bible verse so well. Thank-you.