So Come To Me What May
Trying to be better in each and every way.
For tomorrow won't remember my sins of yesterday.
If I ask to be forgiven at the end of everyday.
And if I'm truly sorry, I won't do that thing again,
that kept me from a righteous life and in the grips of sin.
Washed clean of my short comings each evening as I pray.
For with his love and guidance, he keeps Satan's plans at bay.
So forgive me if I've failed at any point and time.
My savior walks beside me, leads me when I'm blind.
As I grow in dignity, you might see me sway
but learning is a gift in life.
So come to me what may.
Copyright © Heather Condee | Year Posted 2015
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