By A Thread

By A Thread.

Begrimed by concupiscence

my soul suffered

the morbid machinations of

my materialist mind

of contumacious,

dissolute degradation,

leaving all caution behind.


Conditioned to lechery &

dissipation I was

veritably spiritually blind.

The wages of sin were

due to be paid,

along with some shifts overtime.


The wages of sin is death.

The gift of the Lord, eternal life.

To a thread of forgiveness

my soul clings.

The Lord is unlimitedly kind.


In a life of penitence

for my sins,

in a life of abstinence

from all things that are

undesirable for spiritual life,


in humble gratitiude

my soul sings

thanks & praise for this

freedom from vice,

thanks & praise for this

freedom from lies,

thanks & praise for this

freedom of mind.