Thought for the day 18 September

Once in a holy passion

I cried in heartfelt grief,

‘Lord, I am vile and wicked –

of sinners I am chief!’

Then swooped my guardian angel

and whispered from behind,

‘Vanity, my little man!

You’re nothing of the kind!’        Anon

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