Many Shapes and Forms

Sins take on so many shapes and forms Like dirt on street and desert storms Causing much stress and anxiety Being bothersome to both you and me. I should stop sinning and help others instead The Bible had said as it I often read For my dreams and wishes to come true God said to write this poetry for you. What number of sins can I call too many? I now wish at all I had never done any When God greats me at pearly gate What will I have to anticipate? He thanked me for the poems I wrote All the attention to Him I did devote And while on earth with others would share God in heaven saved me a place up there.