Toward the sky's passion blue,
i will lift my thoughts.
Asking of Heaven's mercy,
to forgive me as it ought.
So to be free of these earthbound chains,
and these earth-filled sorrows.
Asking of Heaven to taste,
of its salvation tomorrows
or even today's paradise,
though unworthy be my cross.
I ask Heaven's forgiveness,
for that innocence I once lost.
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Heaven's eyes of passion then turns to me,
compassion then placed upon my heart.
Its loving grace overflows,
and to me grants a new start.
Humbly I am born upon graces robe,
and faith becomes my eyes.
Heaven showers its maternal love,
and my prayers become my cries.
Love's guiding light I now follow,
a universal brotherhood.
Heaven help! Would be my prayer,
help me love as I should.
And though I may fall
from love's true course.
I ask of Heaven's mercy,
to forgive me as it ought.
Copyright@2005 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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