What difference does it make to you oh man,
That you have been forgiven, loved by God,
That he does not see your sins in anymore,
What difference does it make or does it not?
How does it help you in the way you live?
Or does it help you in the way you think?
Or does it change the kind of things you do?
Please, tell us cause I think you think it's true.
How did it make you feel when you first knew?
Or, was the process a progressive thing?
Do you think you have reached the top and know,
Exactly how you think this makes you think?
Have you been changed since you have found this out?
Do you now hold onto this without doubt?
Then did you realise just who you once were?
But only tell us what you can confer.
On wings from fairies, float these wholesome thoughts, from blessed books, and bottles frozen from, the fridge that freezes quicker than it ought, I slowly wait, my mind must now be thawed. Ideas too often carried on in haste, though, "fast" ain't wrong, it's slowliness that has, a wholesomeness, it chews enough to taste. I hope that I can slow down to a pace, to hold with hands that carry kinder thoughts, which have been stilled, and can be trusted in. The head must be a precious place, for sure, I'll never treat it like a garbage bin.
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