If There Be Fault Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

if there be fault, the fault is mine
i loved too much, drank too much wine
the fruits of passion and the vine
imprisoned me in twisting twine
as excess led to my decline

If there be fault, the fault was mine
from life and joy I now resigned
my voice turned to a rasping whine
salvation had to be divine

If there be fault, the fault was mine
when I accepted that sad line
a voice of night gave me a sign
'Repent, and with me you will dine.'