redeemed.

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done.

"Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher?

I've spoiled this one."

I took his sheet, all soiled and blotted,

And gave him a new one all unspotted.

And into his tired heart I cried, "Do better now, my child."

I went to the throne with a trembling heart, the day was done.

"Have you a new day for me, dear Master?

I've spoiled this one."

He took my day, all soiled and blotted,

and gave me a new one all unspotted.

And into my tired heart he cried, "Do better now, my child."

Author Anonymous

don't.give.up.on.me.

you know me, my deepest thoughts, my insecurities, my wretched nature, my sins. You know all that.

I totally hate me, but I know there's always someone in this world who'd be rooting for me, to succeed. your child, jeremy

sometimes i just feel so wronged so alone and a part of me feels that I deserve it.because I am a wretched being.