The Barter

This is the day of my confession
Dominion gathers to scold
All of my ways of indiscretion,
Impudent, brazen and bold.

Providence raise up sin’s oppression
Furthermore, expel this cold.
Administer me my egression
And if my soul is paroled,

I would pawn my last possession
That I might secure some gold.
Then carve and cast a new impression
As something Midas might mold!

For you alone halt my regression.
Indulgent Spirit, behold!
You are the rock of intercession,
Around you angels may fold.

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By Paul Robilotti