She’s sick she’s lost she’s so unkind
She’s in the devil’s hand
Yet still the world is far too blind
The Truth to understand
The Truth of God of death and grave
The Gate to Life on high
The fact that Jesus came to save
And in her place would die
There is a Way her eyes may see
There is a Way she’ll live
There is a Way to set her free
That only God can give
Her arrogance has need to fall
Her pride she needs disperse
She needs on Jesus’ name to call
So God can end the curse
The curse that came through Adam’s shame
The curse that brings much pain
The curse that ends in Jesus’ name
When truly born again
But how you ask is this achieved?
How can the grave depart?
How can this world be so deceived?
That from The Truth she’d part
But victory yet may still be won
O’er worldly pain and cares
Return to God believe His Son
Despise satanic wares
So easy, yet so hard for most
So near and yet so far
From God we need His Holy Ghost
Through Christ The Morning Star
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem