To my Sins, Unfaithfully

These thoughts
that choke my mind like sobs,
Please, Dear God,
these thoughts are not my own!
These new-born fears of sins,
that I have loved, and done
and now must it seems, atone.

They've turned on me
now after years
from everywhere come seeping tears!

Sins that wore the masks of fun
have doft their masks
their hair undone,
I find them, oh so awful now
but I must nurse them anyhow
they are my children
loved so well
but burning in my soul
like fires in hell

Father have mercy on my soul
To late I see, to late I know!