For forgiveness I ask,
Yet is it forgiveness that I want?
Or merely to feel good?
To feel like I have done my duty?
Remove my mask.
I am done being nonchalant,
Done with my execution hood,
Open my eyes to the pain and beauty
Of a repentant soul.
A repentant soul sees
That I pray in repentance because
I have truly sinned.
I have truly fallen short of grace.
Like words upon a breeze,
I close out all of what I once was.
I was taken by wind
And now is the time I run this race
For kingdom in glory.
Renascentia.
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