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TITLE: ? By J.J. Bukowski 01/12/07 |
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I stood alone in a blank white room
In the center rose a column with a narrow slit
An uneasy feeling of sadness and grief did loom
Peaking out of that small slit was a paper corner
I tugged on that tiny paper so it grew
Upon the paper was written every sin of mine
Things I was not so proud of old and new
At last I reached the end
Exhausted and tired I read the last line
All that was there was the letter “X”
It was a contract I did not want to sign
I knew the end had come
Trying to break free I started to tear
I could not rip the paper
Beginning to cry I yelled, “This is not fair!”
Though I knew it was my doing
I gave up in sorrow and dropped to the ground
“Let me have that” said a voice from behind
It was the Lord’s voice, a beautiful sound
“This is not your debt” I replied
He answered with a smile and took the contract from me
He wrote his name beside that “X”
He took the blame for my sin, you see
I was overcome with joy and sadness
He had paid my debt, I was free
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