My
life is a bag of choices I dare to make,
A
dream of perfection eluding me still.
I
grope in darkness
Hoping
my choices are pleasing to Thee;
And
when I leave this weak and mortal shell
And
kneel on hallowed ground at Thy feet,
I will cry to Thee, my Lord and my God,
Forgive
my reckless sins a thousand tears deep.
-
Cathryne Allen
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