Change of an overcomer; a poem
The message: repentance 
It’s hard. But is it really,
Or am I just expected to believe it is?
What am I,
And who am I supposed to be?
I guess I’ll never know
The teardrops glistening
The pain- I’m listening,
But do you ever stop to pray?
Nobody will ever know,
Who will ever know?
But how I wonder and try
Try to be who?
Try to do what?
What am I but a lost cause!
So now we say to they,
To they who watched us pray
To they who mocked our pay
Now where have you gone?
And who are you with
For to what are we to be,
Never to sway to your dismay.
May we never lack the courage,
May we never lack the faith,
May we never despise.
For again will come a day
such of good delay
That we say today is the day!














