Its appears not for me to see
Yet most terrible its burning be
Days do somehow pass away
In Sunlight and with children gay;
gradually as night down descend ,
With cold pack,my right feet I tend;
My prayers seem to vanish in vain,
All through dark I groan with pain;
I wonder when HE will come to rescue
That in my fate for time was due.
Accounting past destiny in queue;
It is a suffering for my misdeeds in lieu;
Grace me lord,give me your learning
I repay with service in many servings;
For in future travels i forget not ever,
These moments of burning tremors;
Forgive my faults,O my loving saviour
Adorn me with your thoughts purer