Should I Atone [confession Orchids] - Poem by Instalasi Sastra
Praise to Thee yaa Rabb! Thy amorous page for me never end,
But I always neglected Thy mercies;
Where Thou lead me through this life that bend,
And protect me from Thy straying enemies.
My sins as high as mountain,
But Thy mercies wider than sky;
Thy beneficence drifting as fountain,
For the repentance of my sins, I often cry.
My gratitude value is wider as ocean,
But it is only a little marks of Thy mercies on earth;
My soul scream for salvation yet my flesh no motion,
I surrender in Thy arms for the purity of my heart.
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