Bruised, banged and gnarled on my shin
Is the evidence of lessons I’ve taken in
I push, I bear down, I kick against the goads
And one more humble failure in the eyes of the Lord
My effort, my toil and my saving grace
The worry, the sweat and the energy I waste
Using a power that’s destined to fail
Trusting in knowledge that is certainly male
I will, I must; complete it on my own
Passing by the peace of His heavenly throne
Why, why, Oh why so fixed
And when did my trust become so mixed
A stumble, a fall, a scrape on my leg
Serving to knock me down one more peg
Perplexed, miffed and totally baffled
To count the wasted miles I’ve traveled
Oh Father, oh Lord and my lone salvation
Your love’s fragrant like a pure white carnation
Lord teach me to let go of my strength from within
And learn the lesson from this knot on my shin
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I would like to translate this poem
In like this. the unique style is beautified by the the lords name. good work.