... all write dark things against me.
I deny them not, frame no excuse,
But confess, "Father, I have sinned";
Yet still I live, & fly repenting to Thy outstretched arms;
Thou wilt not cast me off,
For Jesus brings me near
Thou wilt not condemn me
For He died in my stead
Thou wilt not mark my mountains of sins against me
For He leveled all
& His beauties cover my deformities.
Oh, my God, I bid farewell to sin
By clinging to His cross,
Hiding in His wounds,
& sheltering in His side.
Divine Mercies
-The Valley of Vision
