Galatea,
My whole life I have been hated,
rejected, and despised,
I don't know if my parents ever loved me,
nor if they ever wanted me,
I am a man of sorrows,
a man whose made a many mistakes,
time I spend alone,
Unbearable, unhealthy,
Its like time in solitary confinement,
But this I know, when I speak,
that if God hadn't sent his son to die for me,
I would never know what love really is.
I praise Jesus, because, when I die,
I'm not going to die alone, as I have lived.
When He comes for me,
and Im in eternity,
his glory I will see.
Those who called Jesus Lord and Saviour,
Will I eternally be with,
Enjoying the fellowship,
and forgetting the pain I suffer,
On this cursed earth.
Because I walk this earth,
as a pilgrim,
as Christ did,
It's because of the endured afflictions,
that make me worthy of him.
Because I have been down the road he walked,
When he went to the cross and died for our sins.
