How is it so
Father I can come
Come to love and know
Your only begotten son.
But what am I
That you consider me
Giving your life to die
Crucified on that tree.
It is beyond my understanding
God almighty accepting me.
And yet I still fail
Stubborn in my sin
Like hammering on the nails
Is the pain when I will not win.
How awesome is your grace
Seeking to make me new,
How real is your loving face
Calling me back to you.
How majestic are your ways
How loving is your hand.
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- MY GOD
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- BROKEN LOVE
- WONDER
- SOUL AGONY
- A PRAYER
- ANOTHER FALL
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1 comment:
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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