The Lord's Forgiveness

 As a man, without a place....

So is a bird, without a nest.

The hungry man, would taste and see...

That what is bitter, could be sweet.

Do not think, to toot your horn.

While others think, about your scorn.

For what you do,

today, will stay.

In hearts and minds, of those who pray.

The pit you dig, will be your own.

For down below, be your marrow and bone.

As arrows shoot, to pierce the heart.

Know it goes back, from whence it start.

Let not your joy, be at my expense.

For soon comes wisdow, with much sense.

Riches now, might fill your cup.

But as the wind blows, it might make you drop.

Take your time and go your way.

And keep your hands, all joined to pray.

While heaven sings, a brand new song.

Ask the Lord's forgiveness, from all your wrong.