Poem of a Psalm 57
Father, I can go no longer,
My weakness is in sins,
My flesh seeks to be stronger,
When Christ comes back and wins,
I ask You always to keep me,
From doing wrong in Your eyes,
I give all praise to The One whose dominion forever be,
Whose word is the truthful sword, destroying all lies...
My flesh is weak and just a pile of garbage,
I know it and hence I bow before your feet,
I ask you to go and salvage,
My lust and crush its own retreat.
I am weak but Thou art strong, Father please keep me from doing all wrong!
Amen!
