A Sinner's Plea: Poem
16 Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted.17 The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses.18 Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins.
This poem is from that part of me that knows that I need God in my life and why.
A Sinner's Plea
Make me the lesser of your servants, Oh Lord
for you are the only reward that I crave.
As the colors of your love paint my weary soul
So do grand masters paint heaven .
The poem of your grace falls as rain in the desert.
Like a mosaic of compassion, you inspire me,
as I feel blessed and whole.
Make this your servant, into a river of love.
Disregard my heart's contempt.
but keep my plea close to your heart.
Take my pain as living sacrifice
for my heart has offended your name.
Take my hands and build paradise.
For my hands are your hands if they bring hope.
For you have aided me Lord! My heart was breaking!
As in your grace my soul is mending.
God, even sinners have a soul.
So in the darkness I've dwelled too long,
and my soul is in need of your light.
Look at me and bring forth salvation.
Say my name, and set me free.
Ananceleste © 2012