Speaking Hues

His Mercy, My Sins

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬.

I highly doubt my conscious
But then his mercy washes away sins like the Sea foam
My idea of goodwill was such dubious

There was bedlam in the courtroom
He attends to justice
Makes blossoms from the dead tomb

Belfast port
Behemoth Queen Titanic built.
Mankind disobeyed him, he destroyed the art.

His love is equal to a heart of thousand mothers.
But if you disrespect him, he washes away your existence
He blesses with forgiveness one after another.

‘Oh my dear fellows I adjure,
Fall in his shelter
It's never too late to get his blissful cure.’

-Anisa