A Sinner's Plea Poem by Owoeye Taiwo Bisola

I'm still breathing admist the brewing darkness inscribed into my heart,
On bended knees, my soul screamed without a sound, when shame shattered my soul,
Lord, my heart is brutally broken from the burning blade of trespasses and trials,
Father, I denied you and your love and travelled among wolves in wolves clothings.

Like a prodigal daughter, I'm back with my sack of sins slouched on my bent back,
I have erred and the truth is lost in my seas is sin, afflictions arose more than twice,
I am on the Road To Damascus, let your blinding rays sanctifies my dying spirit,
Father, my Torch Of Spirit is fiery now, so I could walk on that path without falling down.

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