A Sonnet for Love of God

When to my knees in sweet silent thought
I gather up forgiveness for the past,
I sigh the slur of many sins I wrought,
And sadly sorrow wrongs amassed:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
My precious Lord hid death’s unending plight,
I weep from love’s long since forgiven woe,
And bemoaning many a vanished sight:
Then can my forgiven transgressions fly,
And heavenly love prepare to take o’er
Forgiven account has now dried my eye,
A pardon now paid as never before.
So when I pray to Thee, O Lord, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.