Cynthia BuhainBaello (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)
Yes, I was a transgressor
And I have broken all nine
Except the morbid one on murder
For I cannot stand the sight of blood
But then again, I did, for hate was mine
In evil thoughts and fiery rage
Enough to swallow my foe alive.
If looks could kill I've murdered many
My cutting words had ruined many lives
My Pride, the very sin of Lucifer
And my Greed had eaten all but me.
The seething hate never forgave
The bitterness was overwhelming
And I blamed God for everything.
But I was at the end of my rope
In darkness of soul I anguished
The torment so great there was no Hope
Like a snake I recoiled to perish
Yet He looked at me and took me back
Touched my empty life with Love
No one told me how great He is
Yes, God had found me in my abyss.
'For the wages of sin is death
but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus.'
(Romans 6: 23)
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