Dumped in sea, ocean tide,
After being grilled,
Quite fine,
Nothing like our pathos of sin-
Riches, comfort, life,
But not sin!
I am not a saint,
Never have been one!
Wretched am I,
Pathos- emotional man!
I am not a saint,
Nor basically good!
The sun, shoots rays,
Accusatory light,
The stars- testify,
And even the moon-
All obey the laws to which-
God did subject!
Yet- while I obey the same rules as them-
With additional ability,
More we must not sin!
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