Your Will Be Done

O lord, deep sorrows weigh on my heart, You created me, Where shall I go? Without you, To whom would I share my sorrows, I am a white flower in the garden of Autumn: scentless, colorless, and etiolated. I too wish to bloom in the garden of verdure. O lord; embrace and bear hug me, I am broken, a wanderer, and aimless. My life is abandoned, everyone. Everyone came. They bruised, battered, and blighted me, went and left me solo in the garden of Autumn. My sepals and blanched petals whimper there, O lord; If you won't rescue me, I think the white flower may die in the garden in Autumn. I know I am a colossal sinner and sins have dimmed away my beauty and charm, I don't want to die being a sinner. If I died, I would die like a waste then, If so, how can I stand in front of you? I can't endure it and would feel ashamed. O lord; look at my garden of Autumn and transform it into the garden of spring. Let me perform the elegant deeds, and then I wished to die