De Profundis
I admit I broke all the rules,
This fool considered them jewels.
I care not about cost and fees:
Each a burden of stormy breeze.
God loves the sinner, not the sin.
Each sin he would throw in the bin.
Repent, all souls have all My keys
I will you not in hell doth freeze.
Know God heals the broken-hearted,
My cold heart ought to be smarted.
Whereas through life, each sin He sees.
Will you forgive and my faults ease?
Down I go to pray on my knees.
O Lord, be compassionate, please.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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