Never Too Late
Never
Too Late
Empty
of good and filled with pride;
Burned
by the sin which grows inside.
Arrogance
tainting, bitterness black:
My
heart is atremble and under attack.
Filled
with my pride and blind to the core,
Wishing
I’d listened much longer before
I
gave up humility and became a fool,
Selling
my soul as the Devil’s tool.
Empty
of purpose and filled with my sin;
Pained
by the thought of what I’d have been.
“Now
it’s too late” I
whisper and cry,
Wishing
I listened and wanting to try.
“Too
late, too late,” the
echoes recall.
I
see I am nothing – if anything, all
Full
of hate, vengeance and empty if light;
Cold
and condemned to perpetual night.
“Please,
I don’t want to die in this way,”
I
murmur, and all I want is to pray;
To
say “I am sorry”
and be healed again;
Forgiveness
is something I cannot attain.
Or
so I thought, thinking that my sin was so
Great
that no one could redeem my soul.
This
prideful assumption that even my wrong
Was
greater than good and stronger than strong.
No,
but no evil is too dark to die,
Nor
goodness too weak to heed the last cry.
My
God is stronger than all of my hate:
Until
death, salvation is never too late.
At
last I saw clearly how deep my sin ran,
And
that, ‘spite the depth, ‘twas not greater than
God’s
love and His mercy to forgive again,
To
loose me from bondage and shatter my sin.
“Take
them, I beg you!” I
cried, lifting high
All
of the sins that were products of “I”
He
took them and cast them deep into the sea,
Saying,
“I forgive you,”
and setting me free.
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*shivers again* This is gloriously written, hauntingly beautiful, and stupendously delightful! ;D
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