by Kristy Bolander

Created on: May 01, 2010

Rope of Sin

I feel the rope within my hand,

And look again at the land.

A chain was what I always thought,

Would hold me to this spot.

But it is a braid of my own sin,

That brings me here again.

I feel the rope above my head,

As my heart fills with dread.

No chain has the strength,

That is woven in this length.

I know it will be at my end,

My only lasting friend.

I feel the rope slide down,

And know the time is now.

But can forgiveness find my soul,

Or lift my heart's open hole?

Remembering the days of my life,

I cry over the times of strife.

I feel the rope tighten on me,

And hope this will set me free.

But I know the stain will continue on,

And follow me when I am gone.

This is the last time I will say sorry to you,

And hope you will say so too.

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