When I do things my own way My deeds stain red like blood. Watchful mercy passes by Avoiding me when I ask why Justice flushes with a flood. Repentance is another choice. Is that what I see? By giving up, by giving in, By turning sharply from within Mercy left a raft for me.
Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme of “red”.