God forgive me
Father; excuse me if I am
missed
In the various storms of
the passion,
So here I am of the knee,
Requesting, sorry your
forgiveness...
At so many temptations,
always gave in,
Now I realize, all in vain;
I ask for, enhancement,
Father, to you
Rather, of at least
attention.
What was a wild without
limits?
Not accepting never good
guesses,
An outcast without having
floor or having the edge
Making the sidewalks,
pillow,
Anticipating that moment
last,
I hope what God still wants
me...
RITA DE CASSIA TIRADENTES
REIS
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