Kenny pen

Hello heaven!! It is me your unworthy son. I have been up and down seeking pleasure I have run errands for wants I have sheltered iniquities I have gulped down the juice of immorality. And here I am drenched by sin. I was told your face is holy Am I still worthy? Am I still worthy to claim your being? Look on, never let this ME litter your precious face Oh, Abba! I am choked by the unhygienic water Constantly moving down my throat. Weep!               Sob!                         Mourn! All this I have done in my silent moments. But seconds to that my eyes lit awkwardness; My tears speak false, my smiles also convey false good. My delight is those things which sadden my heart. The ruggedness of your mercy Times after time whispers salvation from this yoke to my ears. Until now, Aaah! I s...

My heart flaunt out its aura stupendioeusly, As a wild smile plant I on this broad face My grim enough to tame the thought of joy in your emotion. singing unharmoniously how I felt today. I am here to show my gratitude. Dear Lord, thank you! My cloak and sweat suit respond to this tune My hat all doff and my feet suddenly bent themselves   Arms twist and straight muscles stretched And the length of my head adjust it length, pupils protruding. My lips can't hold my words anymore my mouth moves as echoes of your gratitude reverbs in my eardrum Dear Lord, I am grateful! This is a song of one happy boy. Lost verse, lack of rhythm and measures.     These clumsy lines I rephrase! Gratitude is a spontaneous flow of regards It is a myrrh too expensive to withhold. Only awesome beings are gifted with this. Gratitude is more than just an act To do this is to request more mercy and blessing. Come, learn this majestic act experience the feeling of pur...