Lord, my sins' sum is countless multitudes---
and to them, joined, all my bad attitudes,
sour infestations of contentious moods;
and disagreements that became trite feuds:
all painted in tones of the deepest rudes.
And what an odorous stench each one exudes.
But all the sins I have thought, said, or done
have been forgiven by You, Holy One:
Christ---Savior and Redeemer---God's own Son.
Starward