For every sin
I've yet to commit
I'll say a prayer
And hope it fits.

For those sins past
Both large and small
I'll say a prayer
To cover them all.

For thoughts in the mind
And all bad deeds
My prayer's like a sickle
And my sins are the weeds.

But my soul's like a wall
With each sin a nail
Of visible proof
For each time that I fail.

Though He removes nails
I can never be vain
My sins I remember:
Because the holes still remain.

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