Sunday eve,the clock a ticking,only that and conscience pricking,
mind a wander,thoughts a sticking,sticking-staying,staying-stored.
As i lay in comfort praying,many a word myself was saying,
Confession of my sins delaying,hidden-held back from my Lord.
He spoke there to my inner being,i saw the truth without eyes seeing,
then found my heart a flutter,fleeing-fleeing faster from my Lord.
I cringed in fear,for i was frightened,breath was short and cheast grew tightened,
then sad relief to me enlightened-brightened by my loved Lord.
I should not hide,there was no need.A coward,i,and i agreed-
if i confessed, i would be freed-a freedom fighter for my Lord.
Jesus death for me was meant-i told my Father lies were spent,
forgiven there, and then repent-repent unto my gracious Lord.
All vanity and pride be never, my God and i more close together,
joyful praise and love be ever-ever present to my Lord.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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