I make mistakes often, and say i wont do it again...
my conscience warns me, but why do i drown in the well of sins again?
My mind makes excuses, it makes me believe the wrong to be right.
No matter how much i fight,
I get frail, I fail and end up in the sins Snare!
The heavier my soul gets, harder its to walk.
Bowed is my head in shame, How on God's door do i knock?
My sins keep me away from Him, they make me what i am not.
Alone, without God, I rot.I rot.
Deep down in the well of sins, I find myriad hard earned lessons..
I wish, i could have kept my head up and tasted Thy Obedience!
I will haste, O my God, to attain my Goal.
Before my body refuses to shelter my Soul!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem