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we all forget to remember Him...i felt every word in this poem... |
| Blind have I become, To every gift You gave. Washed are my hands, with sins so great. No word of good, Emerges from my lips. The light of goodness, Erased from my face. I try to escape, To reach out to You, my Lord. But again and again, I am pulled back by this evil world. Each time the call of prayer chimes in my ears, It brings to me the fear of the Day, When I will face You, my Lord, With nothing good in my record to lay. I fail in front of Your love. I lose in front of Your mercy. Cursed should I be, To become the prey to hell fire, As, so unfaithful have I become to Your love. On that day I might face You, With my empty hands, But I would present to You, my Lord, My love for you, so great, Which forms a speck of light, That shines in my heart so dark. My Lord, with my head bowed, I confess to You my endless sins. With all my heart I say, I fear your punishment, But more than that, Is my fear, My fear of being hated by You. |