The failure I am
Rips my soul apart
I am but man,
Bitter anger in my heart
I ache.
The misery of life
I lived to my shame
Sin's agony and strife
Wound me and leave me lame
In my soul.
The hollowness inside
God's Spirit, so saddened.
Sometimes I want to hide
But then my heart he gladdens
With His broken love.
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These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.
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