We owe our Father all and more
We owe His Son our love
Yet many close and lock their door
That leads to life above
Though God will harvest golden wheat
The fruit from living trees
The heart and soul of man’s elite
Yet chaff is all He sees
Choosing to live by Satan’s rules
We play the devil’s game
So thus we die like blind lost fools
Still clad in rags of shame
Although hell’s jaws are open wide
Man’s wanton lust grows more
Our nakedness we flaunt with pride
Living as Satan’s whore
Yet if the world could only see
Remorse could sound alarm
The Truth would set her children free
And find The Way from harm
If from her past she’d seek to part
Seek out the facts above
She’d seek to touch her children’s heart
And serve through deeds of love
Remorse would sound Salvations horn
Life’s wine would flow in streams
Transforming lives in those reborn
Beyond their wildest dreams
To God its clear what tears mean
That truthful hearts have shed
Could be when yours by God are seen
They’ll touch the heart that bled
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem