If any good came from loving true
but falling short
its in this verse honouring You
reaching up beyond my sighs
where truth is chiselled into sense
Can darkened shutters recompense?
Time and purse no longer vie
so uncontended now Iíve died
to selfish pride and suffered lies
Any harm I caused by not loving true
the way I ought
is harmonised now, reflects You
complete, sought ...
redeemed, transformed from a lie
Darkness to experience
Suffering bloomed repentance!
Crime and worse no longer imply
an eternal dirge inside
Our Lamb arose, 'Itís finished' He cries
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