Guide us to your holy footprints,
Deity who holds the time.
Bless us and also our brethren,
Forgive all our foul crime.
Our soul cannot support our flesh,
The cross heavier than faith.
Sins always come so sweet and fresh,
A great whisper of wraith.
Beyond our sins, a hope won't die,
That you'll pour some mercy.
Heaven please heed our candid cry,
Give lights to our journey.
You know us than we've known ourselves,
Each strand of our hair.
You have read all books on our shelves,
Of our sins and prayers.
So let your cloud washes our hue,
Of green, red, black and blue.
Lets our white initiates anew,
To be closer to you.
This is my own poetry, Please comment and vote
Thanks,
Mysterious Aries/Simplyfred