ConfesSinall

When confessions are needed and due in course, Mine may leap ahead to the front of the line. As if my superpowers have given me new wings, And where I can admit to , not decline. So then I kneel and bow my head asking, For some forgiveness of the time in between. Since it seems like a month of Sundays have passed by, From the last time that was to intervene. After passing the buck of guilt to Father time, The admissions soon point towards solitude. As if my lack of commitment and community, Was not my own, but all others attitude. Yet my thoughts soon reflect causing concession, Taking ownership for all the misdeeds. Only then did I notice my burden lifting, As if my prayers directly answered my needs. This was the moment where grace fell upon me, And where forgiveness took over for all sin. Even though my efforts will try not to repeat them, My history shows I learn slowly, so I'm likely to begin again.