I do not think you comprehend
How evil is my soul
The start of vice, and virtue's end
That really takes its toll
The harboring bay of despair
And a lust-filled fantasy isle
The sloth-full dragon's darkened lair
This bitter truth is bile
The only reason I've not died
In that righteous pagan way
Is that love from the Crucified
That formed me out of clay
A mercy most undeserved
With justice most unyielding
Shows me the path from which I swerved
Leads me with the flames its wielding
The cross for me to choose to take
The cross that's made for me
Is knowing I don't deserve to rake In
the sight of the Trinity
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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