CHRONICAL CONFESSION

Dear Lord,
Am glad to talk
To You today.
Last Sabbath,
Through the pastor
You told me to repent
And not be an oppressor.
But, it's hard You know...

Dear Lord,
The money I stole
Built five-star restaurants
And an inn.
Am now confessing
Before the Holy Altar.
It won't be easy
To proclaim myself a thief.
First, I'll be jailed.
Then lose the money.

Dear Lord,
You want me to be good?
Okay.
Lord please,
Make my wife's operation successful
Then I'll be more good to You.

The scripture says,
Though can't remember the verse
We forsake our property
And follow You...
But,
This is the hardest of all.

Dear Lord,
My heart is willing,
But my body is weak
I move a step forward
And backslide three more.
If it pleases You...
O Lord,
Spare my riches
Then I'll follow You.

Dear Lord,
Forgive all my sins
I'll give the poor raisins
And metallic basins
I promise You Lord,
To return the stolen commodities
And make a turn.

I'll follow Your
Heavenly treasures
But,
Returning the money...
I'll have to think first.

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