it's my blog. i do what i want.

...i deny them not, frame no excuse, but confess,

'Father, i have sinned';

yet still i live, and fly repenting to thy outstretched arms;

thou wilt not cast me off, for Jesus brings me near,

thou wilt not condemn me, for he died in my stead,

thou wilt not mark my mountains of sin,

for he levelled all,

and his beauty covers my deformities.

O my God, i bid farewell to sin by clinging to his cross,

hiding in his wounds, and sheltering in his side.

the valley of vision done did it agin'