Given the wind I’d fill the sails
Leave for our port of Abigail
Changing our hearts with love to give
Pardon all sins without the sieve
Free of guilty rifts and driven
Sins thrown in the sea and forgiven
Strive against impulse from within
Sailing over the sea of sins
Abigail is our home port choice
Our women see us and rejoice
At home, not lonely or missed
Repentant again sins dismissed?
© 2013 Michael Yost 07/31
‘Pardon all sins without the sieve…’
Very nicely put, Michael. I really like the way you’ve written this.
I appreciate that Paul.
In more ways than one and then there is the deception.
Ahhh … deception. The sea of the sin.
Repentence always pays.