The date

When I behold the face of temptation wild,
My tongue dries up, clings to the roof of my mouth,
Falsehood’s colourful eyes hold me hypnotized;
Abandoned, no west, no east, no north, no south.

The One has beaten into my soul a deep
Feeling of shame for my acceptance of fate.
One day I’ll enjoy God’s Grace to the hilt,
But impatience tortures me to know the date.