I choose to stay in such a trust in
you, if it could be called one,
Notwithstanding all circumstances
indicating that all has been done –
Yet to no desirable effect, oh such
a wearisome misery!
If a hope had been bestowed, a hope
it should remain to be.
Oh please, remember me who at times
had been good and obedient
It might not be always and I’ve
never been consistent
But please, do remember me, now
before you a humble suppliant
Whom you love all the time with a
love so pure and pleasant.
At times I’d been thinking of
turning for help to your adversary
For they said he can bear a hand
but it’s not for free
And knowing all imaginable prices
to pay and the fact that he hates me –
To destroy me in such a deal would
be his great opportunity.
What I am asking of you is not for
myself as you know,
Partially it may be and I humbly
bow to you so low
Oh, please do not turn your back,
hear me out redeemer,
One last appeal, what is it to you
and your great power?
For where should a man or woman
turn to if life hits rock bottom?
But to a father’s shoulder or a
mother’s bosom
And father and mother you are, I
know you cannot bear-
To see an evil ruined child who was
once so good and fair,
For what do time and life’s
persecution together do to a mere child
But to turn its pure heart into a
stone so dark and wild.
So with all humility I am on my
knees my savior
Hopeful for a chance to gain both
your mercy and favor
So that the one I love will be
spared through consideration,
You are my one last hope and only
redemption.
