• alisdaire_ocaoimph 5w


    O Father that here fills
    The reservoir of life so deep
    Keep an eye out for me
    In your sacred company
    Far well I know the wrongs Ive done
    The evil thoughts that here have run
    All but a seasons fate to hate
    Let me beg your forgiveness yet
    And not my soul set
    To hells dark burning churning pit
    I sit
    Dear Lord with head bowed down
    For all the wrongs my heavy frown
    Hold tight to this long lost soul
    And direct me away from hells burning coal
    Let me walk as a guiding light
    That others with similar plight
    May gleam your mercy and your light
    Upon another just like them.

    Alisdaire O'Caoimph