TOO BAD FOR ME
By Faith Edoja •
TOO BAD FOR ME!
I am a man born of woman
with sin itself i was concieved
i am a man, a mare motal
with life as short as mist.
Will i stand and actually say am perfect?
Will i date to charge the Almighty at law?
Will i prevail over the God of justice?
Even if am not guilty,will i raise my head?
In my vain struggle i try to do what's right
but av'e always failed like my fore.
I am bounded by sin's law,the law of motals
I have actually asked: Oh God why?
Now my wisdom is empty
my noble words are ash themself
if on the day am to be judged after my death,to be found guilty
Then its too bad for me.
And even in my mortal strife, am innocent
still i cannot raise my head.
Raise me up heavenly father
For am mare dust.