The sonnet critiques tolerance that excuses sin as a deceptive fault that undermines truth and justice, portraying it as a frail disguise that dulls conscience. In contrast, it celebrates mercy and grace as divine forces that freely forgive, lifting the soul from sin’s depths. It concludes that true salvation comes through repentance, granting an endless prize, far surpassing tolerance’s shallow leniency.

The thought that tolerance may cloak a fault,
A sin excused as virtue’s gentle friend,
Becomes a sin itself, a sly assault,
On truth where moral lines refuse to bend.
It winks at wrong, pretends no harm is done,
A mask of peace that hides a deeper stain,
While conscience dulls beneath a setting sun,
And justice weeps for honor lost in vain.
Yet mercy flows, a river pure and free,
With grace beside to lift the soul from mire,
No sin too vast for love’s decree to see,
A pardon born of heaven’s bright desire.
Tolerance falters, frail in its disguise,
Repentance brings salvation, endless prize.