The Price
By: Fee
Yes, I’ve no doubt some may say that I’m a sinner
That my soul isn’t washed and free from sin
I’ve done some things in life that I’m not proud of
And my list of mistakes I don’t know where to begin
In my youth I guess I sowed my share of wild oats
Booze and drugs too often took the place of prayer
I didn’t take the time to listen to my dear mother
Then all of a sudden my dear mother wasn’t there
Yes I made vows before my family friends and Jesus
Sadly they were vows that I just couldn’t keep
I strayed away to walk with my friends the sinners
Where the price of sin didn’t seem so very steep
Then I saw the light but I didn’t see the steeple
I found God in the way I lived each and every day
To do my best and try to help those less fortunate
That I think is how I now prefer to pray
hugs
kat
A courageous write. Sounds like there is plenty of good in ya'. None of us are perfect. Thanks for sharing these thoughts. Love and Hugs,
Sheila
God knows our hearts.
Man trys to judge but God is all powerful.
God is our judge and our provider.
Amen
Blessings, J'nia
~W~
Love this poem,
Sandy
Be always safe,
Karen
Ted
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
A most honorable write. Honest. Open. Would that more live this way ... well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Deep, raw but the sincerity of one patiently waiting at Peter's door.
Georg
Your friend, Kathy
A fine way to live, I'd say.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D