Grey and red

All my black
fades to grey
as I’m doing wrong
with right intentions

All my former white
(of no remembrance)
stained with red spots;
my guilt and sinful blood

The proudness of my heart
is shrinking at the sight,
facing all my own wrongdoings

My life is grey,
neither black nor white
it’s all mixed up
I can no longer see the difference

I pray: Do not spit me out
I’m clinging to Your
throne of new beginnings
with my last piece of weakened strength

and I’m begging You
to cover all my grey
and all my red
with Your            grand                 white