The Creator created me from the dust,
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; and pointed out the way to It.
But I, the villain, knew no fear,
But I fell - no strength to go.
My feet get stuck in the sinful mud...
- Lord Savior, help!
& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Forgive me false roads! Give me wings!
"Take it!" FLY!