Dredging the Abyss.

      A pastime great, man's mistake,

      for nought can e'er come of it.

     Another's errings, sinful blurrings               dredged up, leave man in fateful fit!

   A world at war, peace no more

within homes or individual scale,

we seek to justify, or nullify

thus left fraught and frail!

   Repentant man, assured glad,

sin's cast to murky depths,

yet peers proud, proclaim aloud,

he be still a filthy wretch!!

   Holy scriptures lit, an Holy writ lay greatest treasures, to seek yea find,

promise clear, allaying fear,

of deaths grip for all mankind!

   What e'er you're perception or deception of this you can be sure

God proclaims in His Holy name transgressions forgiven,

a forgotten lore!

   Sea Mariners, agreed

tarriers know of the murky implosive grave

though diving bells would enter wells,

for too far, none can save!

   Deepest part of ocean,

Master does motion

our repentant sin's be thrust,

if only we would, if only we could,

at his feet leave them to trust!

   Forgive one and other, embrace our brother,

as He hath forgiven us,

remembered no more on ocean's floor,

tis entirely God's business!!

   Accusing, bruising, each other's heads pointless is to carry on like this,

that one way trip, to watery pit ”,

weary not, Dredging the Abyss!”

Ch'erie de Perrot,

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