Sorry Love

Redeemed I am by you
In ways I’ll come to know
‘tho I am beginning to suspect
It will look like a deepening of my faith
In God
In man

Be redeemed my friend
Within each Precious breath
‘tho you’ve long since crossed that blessed bridge
It feels good, does it not, and so we
Say sorry
No more

It’s Late

Been pressing buttons
Panic
Pleasure
Pain
And otherwise
With abandon
Without permission

I should have asked
What scares you
Where do I end and you begin
How much can you take
Shall I press on