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.
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.
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…
In the silent stillness lay A broken man devoid of life Existence lived on weary roads Running from the constant strife And emptiness of sin Yet amongst the cold dark ash There a gift, a spark is given Hope springs fresh from Holy Hands Pierced by nail, whose side was…
How blithely we walk into sins evil door Not heeding wise council, thinking it poor Considering not the destruction we cause To those whom we touch with sins awful claws Oh horrible wretched man that I am Deserving of death and hells fiery span Casting my gift so precious and…