Tuesday 15 October 2019

The joy of confession

My sins are many, yea like the stars in the sky. Were you to keep a record of them all, they would fill the whole earth. But your love and grace are unending. It will outlast this earth. Indeed blessed are they whom the Lord does not count their sins, indeed blessed are they who are eternally counted righteous. May I learn to stand fast and be long-suffering. May I be courageous and bold. May I learn to kiss thy face rather than the ugly rags of sin. 

K.Oni

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