Forgive Me, O Father, This Little Sin

Forgive me, O Father, this little sin.
And remember- we are but flesh and blood
For at last something binds us deep within.

The ancient guilt threatens to rise again,
How can I delay such a mighty flood?
Forgive me, O Father, this little sin.

So common to even the greatest men
Who were formed or rough clay and vulgar mud
For at last something binds us deep within.

Sometime before the final trumpets begin
And after the old bloom has slipped the bud
Forgive me, O Father, this little sin.

I foresee our future- so frail and thin
As our strength crumbles with an awful thud
For at last something binds us deep within.

Now cleanse me, hold me as I fall and spin
And remember- we are but flesh and blood.
Forgive me, O Father, this little sin.
For at last something binds us deep within.