The tongue is so evil,
should i cut it off.
These eyes are full of lust,
should i gorge them out?
This hands steal so many things,
This fingers are guilty with debauchery,
This legs are quick to evil,
These feet walk on accursed land.
"What is a tear, if not the
thawing of a frozen heart"
God created all things to be good,
So for You dear Lord, make em' good.
-no idea when i wrote this-
note: yeah i know "this" in stanza two is supposed to be "these" but this was what i wrote in the book... so yeah... find out its meaning .. i actually really didn't want to post this up. of fear that it would taint peoples perception of me.. but then again, how long can one hide, the things that will all come to light. i would rather confess the murder, than bury the bones in a closet of under the carpet... that one day it might come out to haunt me. but this i know, my Savior lives... and for all these He has ransomed me..
when i re-read the last stanza, i remembered why i wrote this.. it wasn't to remind my self or tell others about my sins.. (eh wait.. who said it was mine? it could be referring to anybody and people in general!!) ..now wehre was i... oh yeah...but instead, the whole purpose of writing this.. why why i should be writing anything at all... is to point back to Him at the end of the day.
Gloria in excelsis Deo
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