I’ve done so many wicked wrongs

That guilt burns in me like fiery tongs.

The judges choose to throw me before

A Stranger’s judgment throne.

He orders them leave me be,

And claims He can set me free.

But anon I returned and did repeat

The sins that first threw me at His feet.

But again He forgave; Again He forgat;

So listening to His love, at His feet I sat.

Now close to Him I continue to grow

As more of His love I learn to know.

I am now His daughter and His son.

Some people call me everyone.

Others call me Magdalene,

But my favorite name is Forgiven.