Our Lord Forgives

What does he hold back in good sway? That I should waylay, say nay. Does it not take two wings to fly? Given one, provide the other. Around me curled my true lover. Be my guardian and instructor! Keep me warm in the coldest depths of winter. Lord, lead me in your wise steps; otherwise... I forget—respect or give thee offence. What should I do in return, Lord? 'For you live unadorned, ignored. Life at its best is a checkerboard'. Rolling weighted dice, you'd fix The game is laden with afflictions. Seven, take sinners to heaven. Our Lord forgives, and His love persists.