It was Sunday.
She felt guilt in walking past the church as if defying God.
She felt guilt in her anticipation when the phone rang, as if she’d been waiting all along.
She felt her guilt as she lay alone in his bed as if there, she would find her forgiveness.
Instead she found sin.
God forgive the lost.
Please be patient, she’ll find her way home someday.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 9:58 AM UTC
It was Sunday.
She felt guilt in walking past the church as if defying God.
She felt guilt in her anticipation when the phone rang, as if she’d been waiting all along.
She felt her guilt as she lay alone in his bed as if there, she would find her forgiveness.
Instead she found sin.
God forgive the lost.
Please be patient, she’ll find her way home someday.