My sin hangs Him back on the cross,
And the traitor of Heaven clings to me.
I swallowed a little poison out or pleasure,
And my soul towards Him staggers to reach Him.
I let my soul stroll in filth and dirt,
And have carried the mud with me shrouded.
I look like a toad croaking from the ditch,
And I see Him invisibly looking at me,
And He shows His distorted countenance.
I cry unto Him with His Words writ,
And my soul weeps till its tears dry.
I've learnt His blood hath cleansed my soul,
And I can be back with Him with His strength and grace,
And what I long for is to live and to die for Christ.