In my darkest craziest days.
Does my angel of life still sprinkle rays.
To balance the darkness that I have once portrayad.
Haunted by the things that I have done.
Guilty of many things that I done wrong.
Baptized I thought I have been saved.
Guilt never left, it never went away.
Living like I never done nothing wrong.
Darkness of Evil is so very wreaking strong.
Knowing, no is perfect in this day and age.
I cry on my hands and knees then pray and pray.
This guilt, this guilt, it never leaves.
I beg for forgiveness then Jesus still lets me breathe
Author notes
A Personal Poem.... JackReed3....
A contest entry
- yet not lost... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 4, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I also love this
Good luck.
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Yes your request is accepted because you are true to your confession..I love your work...well done..and my thanks for sharing such a wonderful write ...
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wooooooooooooooow
i like this alot my friend
amazing
im breathless
i could feel the grief and guilt through the hole thing
you did GREAT
good luck 8)
_Leyla_
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"Breath" is the noun and "breathe" is the verb; you meant "breathe" in that final line, did you not?
know one -- no one
To balance the darkness that I have once portrayal -- portrayed.
Proofreading would have prevented these careless errors. -
You may not like this but I am going to review your poem as if you meant what you wrote. OK. Guilt is Faith perverted. Guilt is what the devil uses to keep us out of God’s will. When our sin was forgiven, it was removed from us as far is the East is from the West. Then God forgets it. When we bring up an old sin, God has to say “What? I don’t remember that.” (I try so hard not to talk religion. There are so many denominations. An argument is so easy to get into.)
I went to God this morning
said I’m sorry as I can be
that I killed my brother.
Can you ever forgive me?
I am loaded with such guilt,
I can hardly stand.
He looked down into my eyes
and took my trembling hand.
Child, what are you speaking of?
I don’t remember sin.
Once you have confessed it,
you’re free to begin again.
When I look at you I only see
The blood of my dear son.
Of all my children on the Earth,
you’re my favorite one.
(That's the best I can do off the top of my head).
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