Surrender thou judgments, thou hast

Smirk in merriment at hungers wake

To fill thou belly in evil’s make

Thou shalt mock thee away

With my soul I plead you take

Your grace; forgiving of the sins I made

I received your blessings a countless mass

Before my death, the last time I ask

Forgive me father you know my sins

My heart knows love

Though mistakes I made

I don’t deserve the grace you gave

When you see me after I am gone

I know not what to expect

Divine your purpose, I only guess

What lies ahead after, my death

When I reach the foot of your throne

Bow my head with my knees bent

To thank you father through all I done

To be with love in its purest form