He wishes he could break his curse
And shake the sins his passions nurse;
But here he lay- mere broken reed-
Iniquitous and full of need.
And even as I write this verse
His sins it seems are growing worse;
Its growth- by leaps and massive speeds-
Will ruthless come ’til Jesus leads.
And shake the sins his passions nurse;
But here he lay- mere broken reed-
Iniquitous and full of need.
And even as I write this verse
His sins it seems are growing worse;
Its growth- by leaps and massive speeds-
Will ruthless come ’til Jesus leads.
1 comment:
A lovely poem John! Nicely done. I so love your original work from the heart. Though no doubt you call on the Holy Spirit to keep satan and those "increasing" sins at bay. "Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." James 4:7.
And once again - can I not stop saying this? - how O how do you always pick the most perfect pictures to accompany your posts..???
Always nice to hear from you, John May. :o)
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