This Humble Confession

by Gregory W Golden   Dec 15, 2007


Forgive me father,
For I have sin

Thy soul drifts gently, like the wind

Pluck out the eyes
Then, what shall we see

Cut off thy hands
Then, what shall we touch

Cut out my heart
Then, love diminished from thee

I lived my life in total obsession
Now, I offer you this humble confession

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