Sinning is for sinners,
I lie here on the floor.
You've gave all you can give,
still I ask for more.
Payments of love are steep,
sometimes to step,
for one to afford.
Sinners keep on sinning,
I lie here on the floor.
Needing your forgiveness,
needfully I implore.
Surviving but by grace,
by grace and nothing more.
Sinners keep on sinning,
I lie here on the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again words that paint truth on the page and an over abundance of sinning often calls for forgiveness, but is it deserving of such...Excellent poem.....