Conscience...

I cannot believe I am loved so,
during sun's shine or storm's blow.
Forgiveness again, yet another chance,
amazes me right into some trance,
where I shall find peace and joy,
this love is the true McCoy.

Deeper than wells and wider than stars,
a soothing salve over a heavy heart's scars,
such a thing I cannot fathom at all,
why have I heard this glorious call?
For the thing I have heard and treasure,
is simply my name, within angelic measure.

A song to sing and words of strength,
upon my blessing, I could speak at length.
But unto you, I cannot impress pressure,
of how I've changed, been washed and made fresher.
I bid you, friend, in the watches of the dark,
unto your truthful conscience's words... unto them hark!