I was cleaning out some stuff yesterday and I came across this tattered old piece of paper that was once part of Ann Landers column. I've had that paper for so long, about 40 years, that I didn't even remember why. It's pretty worn out and will have to go, but before I dispose of it I wanted to share what it was that made me keep it all those many years ago. Enjoy!
Saints and Sinners
by Veda Ponikvar
When some fellow yields to temptation
And breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his makeup,
Oh 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 fail,
I am tossed on life's stormy ocean
Like a ship that is caught in a gale.
I am willing to trust in thy mercy,
To keep the commandments thou'st taught.
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgement
Of the saints who have never been caught.
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