04 | February | 2017 | Craig T. Owens

Poetry Saturday—Confession

February 4, 2017 — Craig T. Owens

No, not despairingly

Come I to Thee;

No, not distrustingly

Bend I the knee;

Sin hath gone over me,

Yet is this still my plea,

Jesus hath died.

Ah, mine iniquity

Crimson has been;

Infinite, infinite,

Sin upon sin;

Sin of not loving Thee,

Sin of not trusting Thee.

Infinite sin.

Lord, I confess to Thee

Sadly my sin;

All I am, tell I Thee,

All I have been.

Purge Thou my sin away,

Wash Thou my soul this day;

Lord, make me clean! —Horatius Bonar