What a man does in the dark, is who he is
Something the preacher's son understood so well
People loved him for the sinner they thought he was not
But he hated himself for the saint he knew he could not be
And each night before his sleep
He pleaded to the Lord for redemption
Fearing what would be of his fate
If the Lord no longer sees him as part of his saints
His body is now a slave
Captive to the deceptive tongue of an adulterous wife
His soul is now too impure
Too stained to be called righteous
How now does he save himself from eternal damnation
For it was not what people thought of him that counted
It was what God knew that could save him
And what God knew was not good for him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem