There comes a time whene'er remorse Is just a second late, Your guilt trip lingered just too long, And you will face your fate. Your Could'a, Would'a, Should'a, Now past the time 'twas due, Remorse may linger just a while, For ever, now, you'll rue. You may have had an upset With someone here on earth , Delayed making placation ....... for what it's worth. Far worse though, this is vital, With Yahweh, MUST atone, And HE is just a prayer away, This 'prayer' is like the phone. Just talk to Him as normal, HE hears your inner thought, His arms, always will be outstretched, With HIS blood, LIFE was bought.
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies