The Road Poem by Ted Blue

We shed these orbs of regret-these tears,
because we are suffering, in our own condition.
Crying loudly, we hope the Lord most-high hears,
as we make our sincere request, for divine restoration.

We take refuge in the dark to hide what we have done,
but crawling out of shelter, our sins are revealed in the sun.
Please cleanse them almighty, we put forth this plea,
leaving us reborn, and bursting with glee.

Only your power-revealed by your nature,
can set straight this path that we have veered.
Encase us in your vessel-man, this sick creature,
and we will travel the righteous path that you have steered.