How many mistakes
Are we allowed? I’ve made so many Of which I’m not proud. You don’t count them When we repent, Humble ourselves, And finally relent. You give us understanding To know what is wrong. We may make excuses, But to You we belong. I am sorry, Yet again. Forgive me, Now and then. You transform souls, God of the unexpected; Lead the imperfect, As children corrected. Help us do right And follow You. Give us the chance To become new. Comments are closed.
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