His Weighty Sin

He kept washing and scrubbing his hands, but twas no good: he could still see them…stained with his sin.
Making his conscience heavier was that no one else knew about his misdeed. The constant, suffocating guilt!
His heart heavy, with eyes gushing, little Timi’s prayer?
“God, I’ll NEVER steal meat from mummy’s pot again!”

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