Repent, Repent, Repent.
Turn from your sin and lament.
Think what you've done.
Turn from it and run.
It will always be there.
You'll have to find a way to bear.
The path is narrow as a cavern.
Free yourself from the pattern.
He died for you and gave you grace.
So don't take that as an excuse to spit in His face.
Every time you sin think of this scene.
Do you get it? Do you see what I mean?
I've fallen short every day.
But still He is patient and allows me to stay.
I wonder why and I ask how.
I stand proud when I should be on my knees and bow.
Life is short, His commandment still stands.
Love one another He commands.
This is the whole duty of man, Amen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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