Tuesday, February 16, 2010

A PRAYER

My soul is moved to tears
My mind paralysed in fears.
Will my life ever shine
With the love that is thine?
Or will I ever remain
By sin, burdened, restrained
Jehovah.

My life longs for love
And for the peace of the dove.
Yet sin-weary, my soul is bare,
Emptiness and cold inhabit my stare.
Will I ever fly free,
Or remain broken at the tree,
Jehovah?
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Lost Narnian said...

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.

February 16, 2010 at 5:12 PM

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