Scarlet Letters

She wore the scarlet letter On her chest for all to see She was a fallen woman Accused of adultery She wore that cursed letter Emblazoned there on her chest It proved to the world around She was less than all the rest In her arms she held her child The sweet fruit of her disgrace A product of her passion Spoilt, but with an angel face He kept safe in the shadows A tortured tormented soul He longed to be united... To be with them and be whole She looked down when she passed him Their secret buried inside For he was the town’s young priest To no one could she confide That letter stood to witness It convicted her of shame She was a sordid woman SHE was to carry the blame We all have scarlet letters Unseen to the human eye If not an A, some other To deny this is a lie We all are fallen sinners Yet unwilling to confess We act holy and righteous Our hearts are a wretched mess Lust, gluttony and envy Greed, violence, hate and more Are safely all tucked away They hide behind the closed door You may think you are sinless Others your guilt may not see Yet a voice in you whispers... "That scarlet woman is me!" God sees the scarlet letters That mark each and every one He covers us with His robe The righteousness of His SON So do not feel dejected Nor hang your head in disgrace He sees and loves each sinner Let His grace light up your face.