'First John, One Nine' Poem by Linda Winchell

“What I’ve tried to cover up in my life I’m left with”
As written in, ”First-John, one through nine.”
But no matter how well… I think I’ve hidden my sins
They will all be unearthed… with time.

Revealing all the sins we’ve harbored
The skeletons hanging secretly… behind closed doors.
No matter how well we try and cover them over
There always seems… to be added just one sin more.

God suggests we let them lay… out in the open
For all too… gaze their eyes upon.
And don’t waist your time…trying to bury
Those things… mankind is not so fond.

God sees all of what we’ve tried to hide
He sees them…and cries out to you.
For He came and died… that man should live
That was… what He was sent to earth to do.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009