Sunday 3 November 2013

A couple of Poems from a place of struggle


A prayer

 

Inside is a fetid place

Firmly shut and bolted

Where all the rubbish in my life

Has just been quietly posted.

The stuff that makes me burn with shame

Embarrassment and heartache

The things I would rather forget

That wouldn’t fit my image.

It is a dark and smelly place

But now it must be opened.

For you alone can clean this mess

This putrid rotten dungeon.

I’m sorry, Lord that you should see

And have to bear this burden.

I come to you so helplessly

Only your blood can cleanse

This mess I now to you surrender

Please cleanse, forgive and heal me


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Don’t lose me

 

Lord don’t lose me as I drown again

As I sink beneath this gloom of sin

Forgive me, oh my Lord, I pray

Restore, refresh, direct my way

Help me to taste again the joy

Of knowing that your love is sure

Of walking close beside you Lord

Holding your hand, my father God.

And even in this deep dark space

Of mixed emotions, of toxic waste

Help me to know your presence still

Don’t let me stray outside your will

 

 

 

 

 


 

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