Sometimes in my life.
I feel I'm only hanging by a thread.
Sometimes I despair.
Because of where my life has led.
Sometimes I have good intentions.
I don't see through.
Sometimes I'm difficult.
In what I'm told to do.
Sometimes I'm right, when I am wrong.
Sometimes I'm weak, when I am strong.
Sometimes I fear, my convictions make me dread.
But if it wasn't for Jesus.
My sin would make me dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem