It’s judgment day and I stand here,
at the alter of the Son.
My sins are many, and I can’t help,
but think of every one.
How can I explain it?
For I have no excuse.
Each sin is mine alone to bear,
I suffered no abuse.
It seems like hours I’ve waited,
(Though, only moments pass)
But time here has no meaning
and I stand by him at last.
His voice so soft cuts through me.
He asks what I’ve to say.
I cannot ask forgiveness,
so I just turn away.
I feel a hand upon me,
as tears course down my face.
Is it them (or only him)
that washed my pain away.
I know I don’t deserve it,
Heaven, in spite of sin.
But I stand here just the same;
by the Son, invited in.
Patricia Gibson-Little
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Damn, girl. This was some write! LOL.
Thanks for entering and good luck in the contest. I really loved this one. I can picture the whole thing happening in my mind. Hehe. Great write.
~~~Kitty
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