Sinners


He walks along the sandy bank confused
Within his soul an inner search for peace
He feels his flames of youth have now diffused
Replaced by drinking as his soul retreats

He's not alone, for sev’ral men attempt
To cleanse the soul of sin ‘nd evilness
To fix the broken souls left unkempt
The sinners try to bury wretchedness

Today he walked and walked, his morals askew
For purity does not fall towards a hand
To rid his soul of sin, he must pursue
A life of bliss and joy within the sand

He finds a charm of fortune on the bank
For God has laid His plans in those with thanks






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