Poetry

O My Lord, there is no one vaguely like Thee,
Who has the ability to forgive me of my iniquity.

Failure to accept Your grace is a sin of pride,
since Your presence within me, can divinely reside.

Forgiveness is a powerful weapon for my wounded soul,
when I recognize that only You can truly make me whole.

Help me Lord, to rightly walk in love without hypocrisy;
help me observe the Christ - in everyone I meet and see.

Don’t allow poor, quarrelsome behaviors to rise up in me,
for ungodly uproars may create opposition to God’s decrees.

Remind me to be kind, gentle and tender-hearted to those,
who still suffer under the weight of sin’s deathly throes.

In the remainder of my days, I will continually confess,
that I’ve been cleansed of all traces of unrighteousness.

Despite my human imperfections, my spirit won’t be riven,
knowing that I am greatly blessed and… still forgiven!
 
 
 
Author Notes:

Loosely based on:
Matt 20:25-26; Acts 10:38

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2013, All rights reserved.