May it be.

May it be that when the sins of the past catch up,

You’ve already relocated to a brand new cup,

A vessel filled with grace and mercy too,

Where forgiveness pours out, and love shines through.

May it be that when the ghosts of yesterday appear,

You’ve already moved on, and left them in the clear,

A new address, a fresh start, a chance to begin,

Where the weight of guilt is lifted, and peace creeps in.

May it be that when the shadows of regret draw near,

You’ve already found solace, and wiped away each tear,

A place of redemption, where love reigns supreme,

Where the sins of the past are lost, and hope is the theme.

May it be that when the reckoning comes, you’re free,

A new creation, untethered, wild, and carefree,

With a heart full of joy, and a spirit that soars,

Where the sins of the past are just a distant roar.

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