I am a Peccable being
I went the wrong way
In the eyes of men
And in the presence of God
I, a prenatal saint
Have become a postnatal sinner
And I'm speaking in the palance
Of a wrong doer.
O' glorious pardoner
Here I am at your pearly gates
Cleanse of me my paranoia
And my transgressions
For I'm doomed!
You are not doomed, by repentance, God forgives sinners! Thanks for sharing, Tony!
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You are not doomed, by repentance, God forgives sinners! Thanks for sharing, Tony!