HELLo

If that does not get me in

I’ll find myself in search of sin

A prying eye my life will find

Was riddled anything but kind

A prayer, A glance, I took perchance

To see if you would shout and dance

For fail I have to meet Gods plans

And whither now inside his hands

I cannot abide the righteous fools

Swimming in their azure pools

They sit and judge and make up rules

And if we fall they bray like mules

But you have set forth no such decree

To be a human does the deed

To see you sit among crimson blue and bones

A fire lit to chill our souls

My hope for now is that I’ve failed all marks

For to try would surely make fly larks

And herald to the Lord above

To let this poor old sinner sit in love

I do not want that wanton grace

The kind that leaves without a trace

I’d rather sit in your embrace

The devils own beguiled race