Classic Poem

“Where are you going, dear Jesus,
So gallant and so gay?”
“I am going to a dying man
To wash his sins away.
And if I find him sorry
For the evil he has done,
Though his sins be more than the sands of the sea,
I'll pardon every one.”

“Where are you going, dear Jesus,
So gallant and so gay?”
“I'm coming back from a dying man
Whose sins are washed away.
Because I found him sorry
For the evil he had done,
Though his sins were more than the sands of the sea,
I've pardoned every one.”