Silent before the judges, quiet of the condemned
Withering before the gazes of those who know my shame
Acceptance of any ruling, any punishment penned
For the accusation is true and I am one to blame
Weary of my crime, of sinning against my Lord
Tired of the struggle to lift this guilty head
Dragged along the road, stopping in a sward
I open my eyes to face all those who want me dead
Then I see the man, as quiet a one as me
Drawing on the ground between me and death
All the rocks start falling, as thunderous as the sea
The reaper running last with fear in his ragged breath
The man looks up and turns, a gentle grin he wore
"Your sins are forgiven then, go and sin no more"
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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