The good that I would I find I do not
my minds 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