Under the sands of time, I rest
While time itself crawls over my chest
There will be a time
When time itself will rest
From underneath the earth I'll rise
Then God will open up my chest
All my secrets kept
All my sins untold
All my wistful thoughts
All my life I have hold
Will be there on pages spread
And I'll be asked to read
Glad I would have been, if
To God, I had paid some heed
Not a move that I made
Not a word that I said
Everything was there,
To the thoughts in my head
My head down
My mouth shut
Nothing to deny
No words, but
Forgive me, God
For I have sinned
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Sinners and Doers #Wattys2016
PoetryA poetry book on nature's beauty and it's relation to God. But it includes pretty much everything there can be in a man's life.
