I really deserve the wages of sins.
How can I even start the count?
The heart is most deceitful at its best.
The mind follows like a mindless slave.
I have lied a million times.
I have killed with jargon razors.
I raped innocent trust.
I stole cisterns dug by the poor.
I have worshipped golden calves.
I cursed my parents.
I blasphemed the name of God to spit gunk.
I have trampled Sabbath with zest.
I loved myself over and beyond God who pursues me unconditionally.
There is just no way out.
My guilt follows me like a shadow beamed from the specter of my soul.
But ....
There came the Friday when God met my disgrace with a scandal ... too pure to name.
Christ took my blame and granted me His name of Mercy.
Used with Permission. Photography: Yen Baet