Why in naivety do I vent such spleen On one who kind and stray from hate? And wills for Love insatiate But my imagation? Ever keen
Why does my weary soul apportion blame? To angel for what covert devil did? For βneath that ruse his misdeeds , crimes rank hid For shame for shame for shame for shame
Yet truth is vindicated by time And his heartβs purity stand sublime As hour of the judgement chime
To be blessed I must admit mistakes Before the lord who my redemption makes Say sorry I made saint and angel ache