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Repentance
Clasp thy hands,
steadfast and pray.
God is coming today.
Convictions in the preachers words,
like a judge coming down with his gable,
ready to convict me for my sins.
Leaving Sunday service,
staring down, exiting quietly.
Guilty in the churches eyes.
Secrets kept guarded,
of transgressions of other members,
brings a wicked smile to my face.
Clasp thy hands,
steadfast and pray.
God is coming today.
