Ninety-Nine

Ninety-Nine

 There was a man who killed ninety-nine

 Filled with regret in bone and spine

 To a Hermit he set to find

 Answers to his bothering mind

 Oh, Hermit, I am a man who killed ninety-nine

 Will God forgive these sins of mine?

 The Hermit looked at him with despise

 No, you shall not after all the cries

 Your soul is doomed and damned

 Then the dead became one hundred

A divine voice continuously echoed:

 "There is light at the end, there is light at the end"

To a Scholar he went, may he mend the bend

Oh, Scholar, I have killed one hundred men

 Will those sins be forgiven?

 The Scholar said in a smile:

 "a wide sea is behind every Kyle"

 And light will come after light is gone

 Don't you see the dusk, then comes dawn?

 But you need a determined heart Washed with your tears of regret

 Leave the land you were in filled with so much sin

 To a holy land which is new and pure

 There you will find redemption for sure

 The young burdened soul set off to travel

 Each step he made determined to unravel

 The mistakes that his hands viciously committed

 His fate was final, his fortune was uttered

 He will die on this holy journey of shame

Two parties descending from the heavens cried out to his name

The angels of punishment wanted to take him to hell

He has killed one hundred souls, and he will suffer all their pain, he will 

The angels of mercy wanted to take him to heaven

For his voice of regret and shame has traveled throughout the seven

He came with a clean conscience, look at his face!

It is filled with remorse which made it glow with grace

The angels continued to argue his fate

Then a man appeared between them, asking of his case

An angel disguised as a man secretly sent

Suggesting a measurable distance between the man and the land he fled

And the land which the Scholar suggested

God knew he was close to the sinful land

With his mercy, He chose to make the Wicked land an inch further

 And the Holy Land an inch nearer

 The angels of His mercy were happy

For God's mercy, there is no measure

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

The pious forget that God's forgiveness is for all who ask him and repent from their wicked ways, and that one soul lost in his own shame and dam-nation is a born a new man. A leopard cannot change his spots. A predator is always a predator, but in God all things are possible.

[Insight "MH"]

Thank you Cherrie for stopping by and sharing these wise words.