His Gift


  • Religion

    His Gift

    When the morning light hits my face I will not hide.
    There are days when i just want to let go of my pride.
    I am noone special I cannot always win.
    But when I look to the heavens and pray he cleanses my sin.
    There is no good in me no not one.
    My heart is wicked and I am done.
    Guilt seeps through like the ground and its dew.
    Numbering my days and they are only few.
    So let it go and give it to the One.
    He who saved the world with the gift of his Son.

    Copyright © 2009

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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