I plucked it and ate it,
To me it was appealing to the eyes,
It seemed good for food and to make one wise,
To my eyes it was pleasing
And to my nose, of pleasant smell.
For how long was I to enjoy this moment?
Until when before my eyes are opened?
Until when before my nakedness is revealed?
O wretched man I am
Who can save me?
I tarried wondering when will I be free,
Each day I wondered further and further,
A feeling of loss daily occupied my heart,
Every time I searched my heart,
But nothing came forth that was good.
I desired to do good,
For once to think right,
for a moment to feel good of myself,
But guilt down to the drain it took me,
I felt unworth His presence.
“My grace is sufficient” from a far I heard,
I searched where the voice came from,
“Is he speaking to me?” I wondered,
Could it really mean that He can save even a wretch like me?
What? Am I worth even a moment of being considered for salvation?
I think it is not me. May be someone else.
"He is able to help you both to will and do His good pleasure,
He is able to do excedingly, abundantly, above all you ask,
He will strenghten thee and uphold thee"
I had as voices speaking
If this true it be,
A try will I give it,
What have I to loose any way,
I never knew the joy I could find in Him,
I never knew the peace the would be within my soul,
I was not prepared for the doors of abundance that were to open up for me,
And in Him I found peace that no words can speak,
Peace that surpasses all understanding.
