- Dec 1, 2017
- 9
- 4
- 29
- Country
- Singapore
- Gender
- Male
- Faith
- Christian
- Marital Status
- Single
A small poem about my life
Always had I been confronted with my impulses
When they striked always had I given them the best of way
O' how sincerly I called out each time for divine intervention in those mere fleeting seconds
Before following impulse's way
Overtime I grew numb and weary with the pain
Blind to all spiritual truths and reality
Then one day I heard the spirit clarion call for patience
How weak and insincere had I been
For even if it had seemed for the road ahead
I may eventually be seized by my impulses
Shouldn't I had probably put up more of a fight
Delay to the temptations till the end
Till I couldn't hold it any longer and my eyes turn blue
Then will I call out to God for help
Confide to hem that I had done my best to abstain from temptations
And had tried to walk the straightest path
Then shall I look at the impulse again
To quench the thirst for curiosity call
A few trying times I might have fallen
And cried myself to sleep till the depths of the night
But my faith in the divine will remains unbroken
Looking back had I been more patient
Had I given myself more time
And a chance to walk the straightest path
Not fall to impulse in those mere few seconds
Overtime became days, months, years...
One curious day I went to review the impulse again
And see nothing but a small and harmless ant
For the once overtowering giant of impulse
Have long since vanished and been reduced
In my long and patient ministry
Overtime I had became sincere
Always had I been confronted with my impulses
When they striked always had I given them the best of way
O' how sincerly I called out each time for divine intervention in those mere fleeting seconds
Before following impulse's way
Overtime I grew numb and weary with the pain
Blind to all spiritual truths and reality
Then one day I heard the spirit clarion call for patience
How weak and insincere had I been
For even if it had seemed for the road ahead
I may eventually be seized by my impulses
Shouldn't I had probably put up more of a fight
Delay to the temptations till the end
Till I couldn't hold it any longer and my eyes turn blue
Then will I call out to God for help
Confide to hem that I had done my best to abstain from temptations
And had tried to walk the straightest path
Then shall I look at the impulse again
To quench the thirst for curiosity call
A few trying times I might have fallen
And cried myself to sleep till the depths of the night
But my faith in the divine will remains unbroken
Looking back had I been more patient
Had I given myself more time
And a chance to walk the straightest path
Not fall to impulse in those mere few seconds
Overtime became days, months, years...
One curious day I went to review the impulse again
And see nothing but a small and harmless ant
For the once overtowering giant of impulse
Have long since vanished and been reduced
In my long and patient ministry
Overtime I had became sincere
