I soiled the robe of Jesus bride
My soul was plagued with guilt
So empty was the house inside
On shifting sand I’d built
Though Jesus’ blood had washed my sin
Had filled my life with grace
Had brought such peace and joy within
And yet I turned my face
I’d hungered for my wayward past
I’d thirsted for its thrill
I left behind “The First & Last”
To do my selfish will
Life’s pleasures opened wide her doors
Risking a lustful glance
I swiftly left for foreign shores
To live a life of chance
I hoped so much this time to win
No road I wouldn’t turn
I sought the very depths of sin
Yet still for more I’d yearn
Never enough could come my way
However deep I’d sink
However long I’d lust each day
From Satan’s cup to drink
With passions roused, desires high!
Anticipation soared
From Satan was still much to buy
If I would call him lord
Was I to be a complete fool?
Was Satan now to reign?
Should I become the devil’s tool?
Or turn to Christ again? PTO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem