Bottles

I took a grain of sand for every sin
For I knew how, where, and when.
The bottle filled up to the very brim
Not another could be placed on the rim.
I did not know that I would have to grab another glass
All that I did was very hard to grasp.
After countless hours, the beach had no sand
Only bottles of sin created by one man
God broke the bottles and said they are no more
The waves crashed and made a terrifing roar
The beach was back to being a beautiful piece of art
God cleansed me of my bottles and made a beautiful heart.