Sir Dr. Huz’s Poetry
Sins make the world go round,
In God’s Justice our deeds are bound.
In angel’s record books they are found,
They prevent our rising, pulling us towards the ground.
O God! How much I have sinned,
Don’t make me with punishment pinned.
I ask for it Your Forgiveness,
By you, O Lord! Sincere is my repentance,
My tears are my penance,
With Your Mercy, my hereafter please harness.
How can I have shame of my sins to recount?
Indeed, I have to face this dreadful account.
There is no escape,
Except to be granted the entry through Mercy’s gate.
So many men worry about the mistakes and sins of the other,
Instead spend time to reduce your “minus” further and further.
Know well, O brother, Abstinence is better than repentance,
A clean slate – No need for forgiveness.
In God’s Grace, I have faith,
His Mercy has bettered every single fate.
Sins bring sadness,
Reduce every goodness.
Love of wealth.
Lack of faith.
Sins are a great burden on the soul,
The debit has to be reneged and repaid whole and whole.
In repentance, cry with blood,
If you wish to rid your soul of this useless mud.