1/7/20

I yearn for love

But know where it is found

I thirst for water

Yet walk the richest ground

Oh how I long

For these things of earth

When only you

Have given me worth

Try as I might

In calm and in storm

To fill up this heart

Without you, my Lord

Riches and greed

Women and lust

Eating my soul

Like moth and like rust

I will be fine

I lie to myself

Placing another

Sin on my shelf

The shelf that is me

That holds who I am

The deeds of my mind

And the deeds of my hands

I cried out to you

When I was alone

These 4, dirty walls

That I called my home

Then you were there

You stood right beside me

But I am I sinner...

And Lord, I am ugly...

Your eyes move fast

To the jars on my wall

And I look away

For I am appalled

Over you stride

To the darkest of them

Make not a pause

And dip your hands in

Blood pouring forth

From holes in your wrists

Spills out of that jar

And into my sins

The sight I beheld

I cannot describe

Where darkness had reigned

Your light now resides

The stain of myself

Has been washed away

By the blood of the lamb

The one I had slain