On the day I knelt at the altar of repentance;
that very moment God commuted my sentence.
I was destined for death and the grave and hell;
but I traded that dirge for an “It is Well!”
Yes, that day I switched up my address.
Now I hang in a different place.
Instead of lingering long at the bar,
I’m beholding the Master’s face.
Often, you’ll find me at the altar confessing;
seeking my Savior and the Father’s blessing.
So many faults and failures need addressing.
Praying in the Spirit for a rapturous coalescing.
Oh, friend; I know how to make a mess.
Learning ever learning, my need to confess.
So thankful that He loves me, more not less.
I get up off my knees and I am truly blessed.
“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins …” I John 1:9
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