Oh Mansoul Mansoul
As you drop into that hole
For Diablos has wined and dined you
As fleshly lusts fulfilled you to
This is the word of Bunyan
As his eyes the world did scan
Locked within that jail he suffered
But his faith was never snuffered
He wrote the Pilgrims Progress
The path he didn't digress
His Victory In Christ as well
As the world slipped into hell
Then followed The Holy War
A battle and a settled score
But still Mansoul puts up a fight
Its what I want. It's my delight
So through all the times and ages
History shows throughout its pages
Man against Shaddai rebel
But His Son saves some from hell
12/12/99
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem