I admit I broke all the rules,
This fool considered them jewels.
I care not about cost and fees:
Each a burden of stormy breeze.
God loves the sinner, not the sin.
Each sin he would throw in the bin.
Repent, all souls have all My keys
I will you not in hell doth freeze.
Know God heals the broken-hearted,
My cold heart ought to be smarted.
Whereas through life, each sin He sees.
Will you forgive and my faults ease?
Down I go to pray on my knees.
O Lord, be compassionate, please.
NB This was written some time ago and I could easily enter it in the contest. However, it was my first attempt at this form of poetry (Kyrielle Sonnet) and I don't feel it is up to standard. I do not want PRAISE but criticism. It's the only way to learn. I will not be offended if you criticise me.
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