Failed To Win
I return head bow
After another unworthy outcome
Alas! Present state is adamant,
Faith is a flimsy façade.
Has the creator given ungracious gifts?
Has beget done some evil?
Perhaps my dwelling was at his back,
maybe my time lies waiting.
Questions fill my troubled heart,
after ceaseless trials yet no crown.
Does the creator sleep?
Is he annoyed at my transgressions?
Nay! Maybe forefathers’ traits,
Who specifies?
Unanswered prayers hurt more,
But who knows the mind of the creator?
Visions as prophets,
Some sweet dreams at dawn,
Outcomes divide my spirit;
flushed my confidence and equals me with the blind.
This outcome melts my hope.
No courageous lips to encourage,
No damsel to lift my spirit.
I doubt if I will ever try again,
but they say who tries not tries to fail.
I hate to fail, but I have failed to win,
thus I’ll stop trying only when I win.
They say all winners once failed,
Is there one who never failed?
Let him equal the creator.
Written by Biola