Face slapped by transgressions





Dead in my transgressions

I heard Paul

Say those words.

They seemed so

Out of place.

A rebuke I never heard.

Just sail along

As I have done

And ditch the bad guy tone.

Not different from the

Common lot

Who little foibles own.


But then a Day

When I laid eyes

On Holiness in flesh

The Jesus of

Gennesaret

And tales that

Hope refreshed.

He stood alone

In fairness, touch

And hands that

Salved each ill.

I know I sin

But He came in

Each empty place

To fill.

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