All My Sins And Transgressions Poem by Mwenyeji Spikes

Cover my face with my palms. Petrified for ways and wrongs I'm stuck to.
Omission and commission I'm both counted sinful
What shall be of a man tainted with sin and is probably going to sin again
Will the Sacrament of Reconciliation suffice?

I'm a human with flesh and blood. I lie and untruthful speak
Of the commandments I fall short of standing bent.
I profess and promise but fall short.
My Sins and transgressions know me by name.
I'm I willing to change for good or make right my wrongs, human is to error but I'm more than flesh and blood.

My conscience questions, why the things I choose and the things I do are not the same in thought, intent and action.
Sometimes I hate even when I ought to laugh.
Sometimes I lie even when I ought to speak truth
I just though I am not any inch righteous
I will to do right but only end up with wrongs.
All of my Sins and transgressions