One thing I know for sure: no, I don't,
I don't deserve even a glimpse of heaven,
Especially right now... But death just won't
Accept me yet. I count again to seven,
Another seven days become a week,
My own, imperfect judgement here I'm facing
While His forgiveness I'm ashamed to seek,
Afraid - in what direction am I racing?
One thing I know for sure...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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