Browsing: free verse
I have callously abused my SaviorI have used him, taken advantageWithout shame I have sullied His gift.I grieve, but not overmuch,I regret, but not egregiously,And my shame remains Too distant, too smallToo little, too late.It all makes me feel Unworthy, undeservedOf His unflinching willingnessTo love me even yet.
CrucifiedA part of me is deaddeparted, flat separated, And something newJust beginningAn iron clad declarationAn act of inspirationAn act of loveHas set me freeI am crucified, revived, Imbibed with a truthI am made newI am set freeI am redeemed
Why stand ye desolate, Forsaken, full of sorrow? Why cry ye as the foundations are laid? Yet now be strong, be strong For I AM with you I have promised My Spirit yet remaineth Heed My word, wait. I will shake heaven I will shake earth Sea and dry land…
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it is difficult to express in wordsor even attempt to capture the lossof love stolen before fruitionof a little girl lost before her time
i found myself thinking today perhaps i finally understand how sin hurts. maybe this time i wont forget, letting go of reason, taking a plunge and giving up, wasting love and precious blood on selfish pain.
How does one express, the depth of mercy and the breadth and width of His great love? For I have descended to such great heights of proud and selfish gain. And the weight of sin is a dark and lonely pain. Yet Christ above on God’s right hand intercedes for…
I remember while growing up, a constant in my lifeThe presence felt of Faith in God, and knowing that it matteredHow you chose to live with Him,
day suffers day, and emptiness a pervasive feeling in the back of the soul and frustration, crying out, but not completely, to proud to let go of ruined things familiar self suffers self, and resignation a comfortable pain that is perversely loved defying logic to pour energy into an object…
I found myself hurtling, rushing through airno ropes, no safety netI was falling, a heady rush of oxygenwith no impact, and no painI found myself doubting, walking on waterno floaties, no life preserverI was standing, staring deep into lovewithout sinking, and no fearI found myself walking, surrounded by lifeno certainties,…