Lord Forgive me for my sins forgive me for the
grudge I've held within Forgive me for my evil
thoughts forgive me for the pain I hold forgive
me for my wondering soul
For when you knocked I did not hear even
though your words were clear went down
a path I fell astray into things I dance
not say by myself I fell up and down bounced
to and from like a clown walked on walked
over and walked around this was the type
of love I found no matter where I went
I failed to see the blessing that god
has for me
Through my repent now I hear his words
that are so dare through christ Jesus he's
taught me all I have to do is trust in
thee, and never stop trying.

by Diana T. Pecot

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