A memory of cleansing
is my gift to you
of righting the wrongs done
there be but so few
What sins have you done child
by seventy- sevens?
No record is stored of your sins
in my heaven
My heaven is patient
and humble and kind
with food for the poor
and sight for the blind
Stay, rest in the peace here
not anxious at all
your sins are forgiven
marked out when you fall
march 30, 2009
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