You made me a human my Lord
Designed me artistically beautiful
A magnum opus above all known masterpieces
Blessed me with a heart full of unconditional love
Gave me powers to think beyond the surface
Raised me to the endless heights afar mind's eye
No creature could even fantasize to touch that pinnacle
Then
In the end You sanctified me
Five percent probability of error
To misuse my heart and mind
Under the influence of worldly desires
That little error brought havoc
In this otherwise perfect soul and serene world
Jan 31,2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That 5% is the freedom of choice given to us, ofcourse God has always held our hands and made us walk until we learned to be independent, he has to let us walk on our own....and the path we take itself a testimony to our faith. its in our hands what we choose to do when left alone with a variety of choices! ! ! Thats the way God works....It is the test, and we should not fail here! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !