The Pain of Shame For Good Gain
Facing my Father’s feathery eye.
Racing away to enshroud my shame.
Both have been me, and now I know why
Now I can see; His love brightens my blame
only to wash it away and leave dry
a perfectly pure and snowy-white name
**I wanted to submit this to the quatret contest as well, but I decided to test the more humorous "His Recurring Rumble" instead. This one is by far closer to my heart and style.**
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