Questioning

QUESTIONING . . . What right have I to ask for forgiveness It is my own fault, I have made mistakes Hit with the hand of God in his swiftness As left to wallow, as on me, He, forsakes It is my own fault, I have made mistakes In my own shadow, of misunderstanding As left to wallow, as on me, He, forsakes To my own design to be over demanding In my own shadow, of misunderstanding I have verily overtaxed my quest O' Lord In my own design, to be over demanding Angered you, as cut my own mortal cord I have verily overtaxed my quest O' Lord As questioned to your truthful existence Angered you, as cut my own mortal cord As; to be shot down, for my persistence As questioned to your truthful existence My lifetime spent on a wasted endeavour As; to be shot down, for my persistence Thus you left me totally forsaken forever My lifetime spent on a wasted endeavour Hit with the hand of God in his swiftness Thus you left me totally forsaken forever What right have I, to ask for forgiveness Indiana Shaw . . .