CONFESSION
By Joyce E. O’Neal
Posted 7/8/00
At
‘Artistic Expressions’ and ‘Whittler’s Den’
I now confess my sins,
all of which you know,
And
I beg your forgiveness,
as I bow low.
My heart is heavy,
Out-flowing with grief,
For an empty
life
that held no belief.
I had never felt
your guiding light on me,
And had
no trust,
for a God I couldn't see.
But my quest for faith,
has now shown me a sign,
That
I had no worth,
without your love divine.
And now, I crawl
the earth in wailing cries,
While
searching for
your image in the skies.
My falling tears,
are now like melting ice,
As I lift
my arms,
in hopes of Paradise.
Oh dear God…
Can you see a change in me..?
Can
you accept my remorse,
forgivingly...?
Will you shine your light,
and be my guide…
And
embrace my soul…
after I've died?
Amen JOYCE
Joyce E. O’Neal © 2000
