Confessional- Quatern
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Raw conscience brought me to my knees,
no strength left to defy my shame.
Soul manacled, bereft of keys,
pure guilt by any other name.
To gain my life bought by his loss
raw conscience brought me to my knees.
I face torn sinews on the cross
for by this death mankind he frees.
Hands clasped, head bowed I make my pleas
recounting sins like tables times,
raw conscience brought me to my knees
to man and Lord confess my crimes.
Now cleansed, hands, eyes and soul I lift.
Though this penance is by decree
and liberty the promised gift-
raw conscience brought me to my knees.
For 'Show me Quatern poetry' , sponsored by Andrea Deitrich
27th January 2016
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2016
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