The one where I shared a poem I wrote, hoping it doesn’t suck too hard.

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If this truly is the end
I just want to say, you know what?
Time with you all, those pieces dotted and dashed inside that maelstrom I lived in?
They made it worth it.
Dancing with my dad to ‘Love really hurts without you’ He probably won’t even remember. But that was joy dad. That was living.
I have soundtracks for all of you.
It’s my time machine.
Live vicariously through those songs. Through those times.
Let’s all be at a fishing presentation in the late 80’s
Let’s all dance in front of the disco lights, shocking flares of primary colours
We’re all wearing our best, we all have the shiniest shoes.
Measured by Clarks.
Big glasses of Vimto on the table probably delivered by the Pop man.
I’m tired.
I’ve danced too much for such a small person.
I’m just going to lie down on the cushioned pew, rest…

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Salvation and Forgiveness

Last night as I was listening to my music library on Amazon music I came across this wonderful hymn of Salvation and Forgiveness written by Herbert H.Booth. The tune is called The Penitent’s plea.

1 Saviour, hear me while before thy feet
I the record of my sins repeat.
Stained with guilt, myself abhorring,
Filled with grief, my soul outpouring;
Canst thou still in mercy think of me,
Stoop to set my shackled spirit free,
Raise my sinking heart and bid me be
Thy child once more?

Grace there is my every debt to pay,
Blood to wash my every sin away,
Power to keep me spotless day by day,
For me, for me!

2 All the memories of deeds gone by
Rise within me and thy power defy;
With a deathly chill ensnaring,
They would leave my soul despairing.
Saviour, take my hand, I cannot tell
How to stem the tides that round me swell,
How to ease my conscience, or to quell
My flaming heart.

3 Yet why should I fear? Hast thou not died
That no seeking soul should be denied?
To that heart, its sins confessing,
Canst thou fail to give a blessing?
By the love and pity thou hast shown,
By the blood that did for me atone,
Boldly will I kneel before thy throne,
A pleading soul.

4 All the rivers of thy grace I claim,
Over every promise write my name;
As I am I come, believing,
As thou art thou dost, receiving,
Bid me rise a free and pardoned slave,
Master o’er my sin, the world, the grave,
Charging me to preach thy power to save
To sin bound souls.