Liberation From A Sence of Guilt
The more my sins,
the more is my love.
The more my love,
the more is the forgiveness I receive.
The sun shines on the icy peaks,
the snow melts,
the tears flow, the dirt
and dust are washed away down the hill.
My head touches the Lord's feet
and the fervent prayer
rises like a costly perfume's aroma.
"Thefore I tell you, her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence she shown great love.
But little is forviven, loves little" (Luke 7:47)
