My sins washed away,

as rain to a muddied car,

laid bare on display,

they wouldn’t stray far

nevermind what they are,

they’re judged as flawed,

so it seems im not up to par,

because in their eyes im rendered a fraud,

but I talk to god,

and ask for acceptance,

he just listens it’s odd,

but his silence makes me more perceptive

I learned that my past is a looking glass of experience,

one that is set on the path of deliverance.