Woe to me!

Woe to me!

out of sin I was born
defying His words, gone by impious instruction
standing on sinful way, I sat on joker’s chair
drowning on water storm, I drank death beaker

my teeth as an arrow, snake’s poison, glaze scalpel
heart of mine vexed, itched by sin, humped corporeal

Woe to me!

• Relying on my bow, structuring the personhood
  Trap for my legs and hole for my life
  Woe to me!
• on a grit land I planted your seeds
  entered thy wedding without a wedding dress
  inside the soil, buried your lone passion
  hide the key of righteousness and wisdom in the darken

Woe to me!

• My shepherd summons me by fearsome, from His throne
  “Adam, where are you? you have defied my rule
  and ate the forbidden fruit
  Hidden by depravity and wearing a sinful sprout

Woe to me! Woe to me!

• craving your fruit yet you have grown thorn, produced tiny barbed
  leading you to restful aquatic, and green filed, My shepherding you resented
  stung by world’s love, you’ve forgotten Calvary; fled from the herd
  alike Jude, resembling the Scribes and Pharisees, Me, you betrayed
  cooperated with their grind
  So come! join the barn; it’s better with the crowd”
  Calls upon me, my Shepherd!

Woe to me! …..Woe to me!

As Saint Peter, it was better to return for me
for my Savior calls, “come to the herd! Come to me,”
so, He does love me!
leaving the ninety-nine in the bare…
“Adam where are you?” again and again, He calls me
“open dear child,” to wake me up, He knock from outside

Woe to me!….Woe to me! …..Woe to me….!

As Saint Paul, it was better to return for me!