Forgive Me: Marked By The Priest
Then he spoke, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. May the Lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow.”
I almost laughed out loud, amused by the pure irony in his words.
I lowered my head, speaking into the darkness with a wild grin. “I fear I carry more sins than a thousand prayers could wash away.”
He cleared his throat, his tone still calm and measured, almost rehearsed. “No amount of sin is beyond the lord’s grace my son, go on.”
This time I laughed, sharp and hollow. Bitterness clawed up my throat, my gaze darkening as the memory that haunted me resurfaced.
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