The Sin of Dread

Oh Gentle Jesus on the Cross, Your hands cold with heavy nails. Your head bearing a crown of thorns. What thoughts do you have of my sin. Will you forgive me. Come archangels by your side, Come singing of the promise fulfilled. Will you forgive my sin. Oh God on high that made me as I am. Will you prepare a place at my passing. Will my sin be unwrit. As the branches grow in the tree of my life, And doubt wraps around me like a spider’s web, Will this tiny universe forgive my sin. Will the Sun the Moon and the stars forgive me. Will the Angels forgive me when I’m dead, Forgive me of the sin of Dread.