Unforgiven
Unforgiven
Things left unsaid, echo through
The night,
The bed, no peace upon it, can be
Found, the wind has long sense
Ceased, It's soothing lullabies.
Yet, another day has come and
Gone, left to wonder again and
Again, what deadly sin, did I
Commit, deserving of such
Punishment?
If you but one word, to I
Would speak, with my tears,
I would wash your feet.
Why must I suffer for sins
Unknown? for that which has
Long sense, been atoned.
Each dawn brings me closer, to
The time, I will sleep in
The peace, denied me in life,
Never again, to wonder why.
"JESUS IS LORD"
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