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Saints and Sinners
When some fellow yields to temptation
And breaks some conventional law,
We look for no good in his make up
But, Lord, how we look for the flaw
No one asks, "Who did the tempting?"
Nor allows for the battles he's fought,
His name becomes food for the jackals
The saints who have never been caught.
I'm a sinner, O Lord, and I know it,
I am weak and I blunder and fall,
I am tossed on life's stormy ocean
Like a ship that's caught in the squall.
I am willing to trust in thy mercy,
To keep the Commandments Thou'st taught,
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgment,
Of the saints who have never been caught.
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Anyone, then, who knows
the good he ought to do
and doesn't do it, sins.
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