A Devil's Grim, An Angel's Hymn

How far and deep are my sins?
How vice and wicked have I been?
I gave you nothing but a devil’s grim,
Yet I’m returned an angel’s hymn.

I’d dance to the devil’s muse,
Your kind heart I consciously abuse,
You never blink of slight amuse,
My mistakes you patiently reduce,
Ardently offer your forgiving juice.

Once born a devil,
Always an evil,
You’re not born an angel,
Yet evermore archangel.

Forgive my distance,
Pardon my cold,
My petty ignorance
Couldn’t be more bold,
For even a devil evil like me,
Hasn’t the heart to dim,
The angelic golden rim,
Your beatific soul beams …