Conscience Poem by Richard Ikolo

Always brings me to check
When I go off the track
I cannot keep you in silence
I always feel your presence

Clear conscience fears no accusation
Its reward is a vivid vindication
But a guilty conscience is always restless
Until it receives pardon and forgiveness

Some conscience are dead
Only waiting to be buried
Others are seared with a hot iron
Nevertheless they still carry on

LORD, give me a conscience
Void of guilt and offence
Towards God and man
I love this policeman.