a soul for redemption - a short poem

poem 🫡

the dog that weeps after it kills,
is not redeemed by sorrow's spill.
It's tears may fall like heavy rain,
but guilt will not wash out the stain.

For in the silence of its crime
it hears a whisper, soft and sublime,
"Thou shalt not take the life of kin,
for vengeance does not lie beneath thy skin."

But man, like beast, when guilt does creep,
finds no true solace in his weep.
he kneels and prays with heavy breath,
yet still his shadow clings to death.

The cross, once born of love and pain,
Cannot erase the souls disdain.
for christ, who bore the worlds regret,
knows all too well the hearts that fret

In truth, the guilty must repent,
For mercy is the final sent.
And though we mourn the sins we made,
Gods grace alone cant lift your blade.

For as the sinner weeps,
his love is steadfast, it never sleeps.
So let the beast, or man, or both,
listen to he who teaches to never loathe.