Sinner

I feel a pain sear through my head,

bloodied rocks tumble to the ground.

Sinner, Sinner, covered in red,

searching for peace that’s not yet found.

 

I lift an arm to shield my eyes,

blackened blood trickles down my cheek.

From myself I try to hide,

to God above, I cannot speak.

 

“Child,” a hand’s placed on my shoulder,

“there is no need to be in pain.”

He lifts me high above the boulders,

He lets me be renewed again.

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