Oh for,
The love,
The love of, oh for
Oh for, the love of
The love of God
The love of God
The love of God.
I fail, I fall, crippled heart, beats too small
Not large enough, to carry this
Grief and burden,
Father, brother,
Entire city
Lost.
Cycles of
Worship, yes, hope in being washed by holy rivers, in ascending mountains, in ringing gongs, in visiting shrines,
all for a good work, to keep the law ardently.
Yet I see nothing but that
I am a good law-breaker
I am a terrible seeker,
A Truth wrecker
Critic and side-stepper.
Fresh and salt-water, flowing out of this mouth.
White-washed tomb, hypocrite who spouts.
Oh, forgive,
Oh forgive,
Me.
I turn, repent, only to do it again. I turn, repent, and repent again.
And there is forgiveness. And there is hope.
At greatest price, Jesus Christ made a way.
Blood money- He paid.
My debt, he paid.
Thank you.
Life and all, I owe, joyfully, and lovingly.
It is well, with my soul.
Conscience cleared,
burden borne,
debt paid, stains washed.
It is well!
[Inspired by seeing my own faults, seeking hope and forgiveness, and the Vimeo linked to the blog's title. Highly recommended.]
