Father of Heaven, for thy mercies meekenes, And thy sweete Sonnes sake, Christ the redeemer, Pardon, Oh pardon, sinfull offender, Lord I beseech him. And though his age, here on earth were a loathsome Puddle of filthynes, inly poluted, With all abuse, that can be devised, Yet was his ending; Ending a myrrour, of a man molested, One over-whelmed with his iniquities, And to be holpen alone by the Iesus Saviour of all men. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |