Forgive me lord for I have sinned…….

I will praise the LORD, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken

Here I stand baptized today absorbing all and declaring all in the name of you
What’s yours is universal and what’s mine is all yours, do forgive me Lord as I have sinned
I lost belief in sanity, I got scared by the knife of slayers
Scared of the wonders you presented and scared of the Inferno in violence
Scared of the plagued genocide, the forgotten gospel, and the commandments you guide
Your silence is heavy, a painful burden I just can’t hide
History has a memory, undying and eternal
As in that veil, forever I shall remain
My bones are crumbling, devoid emptiness has become my mind
Lost is my soul, don't penetrate my spirit as there’s nothing holy in me anymore 
I cry deep beneath, I shiver with every losing breath
Your vengeance has kept me alive in this tyranny of evil man
Fragile is my heart, apart from your reflection, I see no one else
I now believe, I now trust, finally the disciple has renounced this world
To be indefinitely born again and again
Nailed and hanged only to bleed for forgiveness
Do sharpen your sword, for Lord I don’t deserve to live
Cruel am ‘I, cruel is this ambiguity, beset by inequity
Listen to me my lord, listen very carefully, and listen to the core of your senses
Salvation is all I seek, its salvation the answer to all my sensitive dreams
Solitude at the bed of death, I welcome fire as it was a pleasure to be burned
A pleasure to end all the pleasures, believe it or not, screamed the marks that sustained
The sea laments over my wounds, as the salt inflicts me pain
It's pain desperate of all, searching for the tangible signs of faith
I refuse to apostate heavenly father, forgive me for getting ahead of your plans
I lack courage, I’m weak imbibe me within yourself, as I march towards hell
One you have preserved for me, one where there is suffering, yet one which is full of benevolence
Just like the hymn, I hear you singing 
Politely as the verses say “Come to me my child, I grant absolution to every being”
"Confess to me, as you have never sinned"

Show me your ways, Lord teach me your paths, Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my savior, and my hope is in you all day long

By- Kshitij Sinha
9/8/2017







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