Here I am on the ground, wounded and weary

Stained again with what I always abhorred.

“No never again,” I had resolved,

Yet ever again, do i falter.

But I am consoled to say, “Man is weak.”

After all ‘to err is human,’ it is said.

To stand apart is a burden too heavy,

demanding a shift from what I crave.

Shrewd You are, you gripped me from youth,

And let me taste your sweetness. Well planned!

Why set me in darkness now? Why silent?

Little did I know of your ways: I am tricked.

Wake up my soul, let him enter, I bet, you’ll wonder

All will be set when he is in, you’ll find peace.

Your life full bloomed is his glory.

Why not give it by being holy?