Confess

What if right before my eyes
for all the world to see
stood every thought and deed I've done
Right there in front of me?

What if they confessed me
and owned me for their part
and announced before the world
they were born within my heart?

What if though gnarled and twisted
they claimed me as their kin
and let the world around me
look upon my sin?

Their clothes all rags and tattered
all filth and dirt and grime
The shame that really mattered
is that these children all are mine!

If I fail to confess my sins
and forsake them while it's day
The seeds I've sown in folly
will in court all have their say