Never in Doubt

A seeming snub; a perceived offense.
Furrowed brow to my angst proves evidence.
And yet, when revisiting with retrospect,
I realize my view was surely suspect -
Tainted by my prideful indignation
And my over-fertile imagination.

And then I think of my transgressions.
My countless and alleged sincere confessions -
No sooner made than, "Oops!" . . . Once again I've sinned.
Never can this mortal man make amend -
For an inifinite Lord means . . . infinite guilt.
The flower of my soul must eternal wilt.

For this sinner there can be no reprieve -
Nothing could ever my punishment allieve.
Too late, and in vain, my forlorn regret.
Smiling . . . He gently said, "About your debt . . .
My dear, dear child, what were you worried about?
My love for you was never in doubt."