No worst hast thou done,
yet no worse than I...
Forsaken for mine sin, for which thither art many...
Cast off from thy valorous grace, for I am owed nothing but mine penance unto thee...
Thine smileth and favour I am yet to winneth again...
For thy divine light to breath life into thy soul...
For all that I has't done and the sins I am yet to commit...
Mercy beest upon me...
For I still carryeth the glimmer of thy fire in mine heart.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
No worst hast thou done,
yet no worse than I...
Forsaken for mine sin, for which thither art many...
Cast off from thy valorous grace, for I am owed nothing but mine penance unto thee...
Thine smileth and favour I am yet to winneth again...
For thy divine light to breath life into thy soul...
For all that I has't done and the sins I am yet to commit...
Mercy beest upon me...
For I still carryeth the glimmer of thy fire in mine heart.
