I think I was too young when I first heard that poem to know what sin actually was, and my interpretation of it was that sin was a mistake--a mistake of judgment, an error, or a sin of omission--and that believing in God in His infallible judgment would help me solve my daily problems.
As a young man, it carried me through periods of fear and frustration. It consoled me during the First World War, when lying on the cold, muddy frontlines of France, fearful of the dawn attack, I wondered if I had considered every possibility for the assistance and protection of my men. I was frightened, worried. But the prayer that came to me was, "Save me, my God, from stain of sin, just for today."
Yes all my life, I've had comfort and, I think, guidance from this faith in the wisdom of, and help