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Francis Sep 2016
Our father, who art in Heaven...
Let my soul be punished for my sins.
You've given me countless chances to redeem the spirit of good that I am sure is in me somewhere.
I've stolen plenty as much as I've hurt those who've loved me.

To me,
I am a grotesque entity waiting to be exiled from thy Kingdom of God before I even arrive.
Spare me, as I deserve not what I receive,
And what I receive in this world,
All men would only wish for.

Kindly shine light on this darkened spirit,
Rebooting the blessings I aim to sprinkle upon my loved ones.
I hold great remorse for my sins.
Suffering,
Will only drive me to bitterness.

Though I should be kissing the feet of the lord for my actions,
My heart cannot seem to take,
This punishment that I do in fact deserve.
My weakness proves my inability to warrant a spot in the clouds of white.

Praying for myself to understand morality,
But instead I conduct the finale of my being.
Nothing but gruesome mortality,
It is I who has to pay for the decisions that I have made.

Forgive me, Lord,
I mustn't whine and plead my fragility.
My last living words were asking of your forgiveness,
And I shall receive it when my dues have been paid.

To take one's life is a mortal sin,
But to take one's own life is much more sinister.
For a deficiency in gusto of this life that we are given,
I now realize that living was simplistic, compared to what I've been dealt in Purgatory.

The emotional stress I've encountered,
Knowing that I have wronged you, Lord,
Has proven that I am worthy of a second chance in the afterlife,
As it is your duty to forgive and let the souls of your creation be pardoned of their sins once they have repented them.

Fortunately, I have never lost faith in your practice.
With great power comes great responsibility.
To be responsible for such a soul as I,
It is truly a burden too heavy to bare.

Love me for what I am,
Train me for what I should be.
Death is just the beginning of a new journey,
A journey through Heaven and it's everlasting enchantment.

Purgatory is not evil,
But saddening it is to me.
No man enjoys the reminder that he's done wrong,
But Purgatory shall set my soul free,
Free of my sins.

In the name of the father,
The son,
And of the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
God loves you.
Johannes Coetzee Sep 2016
dear God
it's me your son
for i have sinned
as i call upon your name
asking for your forgiveness
down on my knees
having this conversation with you God
crying for help
for you has promised to wash my sins away
i am merely human God
mistakes  i make
risks i take
but at night i turn to you God
please hear my prayer
and forgive my sins
as i am your beloved son
amen
Diary of a Lonely Teenager
.           Ready;     reassure.
    Relax;                     recline.
    Render;                       record.
    Remove;            reveal.
    Receive;      retrieve­.
    Refill;                     rejoice.
    Redo;                       redress.
    Regret;                       repent.
"REPEAT!!"                  she begged.
Loveless May 2016
Cruel was the fate
They gave me their hate
Any longer, I couldn't hold on
All the chains were withdrawn
So much hate, my heart choke
Inside me you arose, awoke
You took over my soul
My body under your control
You burnt me in your flame
I couldn't stay the same
My eyes wept blazing fire
Wrong choices of mine you admire
Serenity hid because of fear
I may hurt the ones that are my dear
Rage rage go far, only words I could say
Never come back any other day
You were powerful and so strong
I could have done something wrong
The symphony of destruction, the devil sent
I know this moment I'll repent
Over you, I feel so weak and powerless
So out of mind and senseless
My ruth fell on that day
I didn't heard the pleas they say
I could see, with fear they shiver
Hailing the devil, the pain giver
Forgiveness and mercy are lost
Took the revenge at my serenity's cost
What had you made me do
You were that dark, I never knew
Now you disappeared, inside me you are gone
I wish next time I'll hold on
The bloodshed remained in the barren battlefield
The time flew past, the past is sealed
And I'm here repenting, lost in grief
Crying a sorrowful momentarily relief
Just wanted to rhyme again.

Sometimes lose my control over me and rage takes over because of my step family and its them who is wrong always when my anger takes over.
And this is all I feel about it. The three phases, Changing into someone out of control, they trying to run and hide from me and then I realizing my way was wrong.

I hope I could hold on next time
Lucrezia M N Mar 2016
I can hang In there
when the damage is done,
it just makes me stronger
but if I were enough
properly strong
I wouldn't have to hold on.

I let myself losing most of my time
Now it feels like it wasn't mine.
I'd better move and repent                
Than regret I forgot to dream,
I know though exactly what it means.

Proud not of me
But of any one else,
To think I am worthy
I would only pretend,
But they say don't give in
Never too late to believe.

If it's all behind my back
Where do I go from here?
I've gotta be strong
walk tall all along.
Just another lyrics  for what is an attempt to be song...
Brandon Hamilton Jan 2016
No one knows when but can feel Chill's near like the grim reaper in your shadow looming waiting for the next moment to strike when least expected but thou should not fear such threat, every soul will be determined and executed within his will, no man nor women is greater then death, it will come, not when you want but what's been written and printed. Live life to the fullest without regret, repent for sins that you have drowned in and maybe you can live on for eternity.
Having trouble with redemption?

Think of a gift card.
Starts with an urge to give the opportunity to use freely.
Then a purchase of a certain amount is made.
Then a card holds that amount.
Then it is gifted.
Then the giftee is accounted to redeem the amount to receive something freely.

So. With our Creator. Who wanted to gift us to be with him. He purchased a price. The price equal to a perfect eternal life. Enough to pay for the sins of all humanity. This price was bought by the amount of the pure blood of Jesus the son of God. And redemption is found in the resurrection of Jesus Christ so that we may choose to buy our salvation upon the sacrifice spent on the cross to be free from sin.

Eternal life is the gift. Jesus is the gift card. Heaven is the place we are receiving when we redeem this gift. Don't let your gift card expire. Go. And make the transaction.
John 14:6 New International Version
Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Silencer Nov 2015
Reigning
With the Heavenly Father
Whose rules are claimed by many
But very few follow

The Ultimate Truth

Which many
Are incapable to swallow

Even me
Mixed with
Wanting to enjoy my present being
Or
Being crowned with life for all eternity

Save yourself
Even if the rest decide to stay behind
Follow your soul and your heart
With no consideration of the mind
Where powers collide
Distinguishing the truth from the lies

No use in holding onto your pride
That is not why Jesus Christ died

A chance to overshadow all earthly delights
Offered by a devious serpent
That just isn't worth it

A chance to repent
A chance to be enscripted in The Book of the Lamb

Being with the ones I love
Hoping by the end of time I've done enough

To enter

Pray with me
Be with me
I shall do as you command
It blows my mind
I can't imagine forever being ******

Take my spirit in your hand
Son of Man
Take my spirit in your hand
Hebrews 8:12 "For I will forgive their wickedness, and will remember their sins no more."
The Tinkerer Nov 2015
This Room Is a Woman,

The bed, seducing me.
Reducing me.

This room is a woman,
Her Skin, it shimmers.
The Walls,  they whisper.

They inject in me regret,
These Devouring memories.

This Room Was My Woman.
From it,  *I could Never Leave..
To every man who's been tormented by the demons of his mistakes, who repents and who regrets. I raise a toast. To the fallen. To the falling, and to those who've never really broken through to a better tomorrow.

The torture the past lays upon those who lament over a love gone wrong, or lost is unfathomable.

This is my how I imagine perceiving this.
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