Is my right to choose a curse?
Why is it to all my miseries, the cause?
Why has the lust of my eyes got me lost
And my feeling have made paid great costs?
Attractions of life ravage and blind my soul,
Faraway land from my father I chose to go;
Far from his corrections and tutelage,
‘cos in pride, I think I’m of age.
Who shall save me from this miry pit?
Though distant, help comes from him who on the
throne seats,
Why has my soul and body led me this way?
Wait! Where have I kept my spirit all day?
I will arise! My father won’t clench his fist,
He would rather give me a feast;
Daddy, I’m sorry for wandering like a beast:
He spoke: “You
are a new man, Live by the Spirit!”
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