Bent
BENT
Can one turn and live in ways
They’ve never done before?
Can natural heart be bent around
To do what’s not inclined?
My way is mine and yours is yours.
We seek our way so much,
For this is how we’re bent.
Yes, we’re bent, where God would have us straight.
Formed in crooked shapes, we mar the earth,
With ego goals for self—desperate, stubborn,
And full of blame.
We lay back in our carnal ease,
Or press ahead with no true empathy or love
For those we’ve left behind or who get into our way.
The crooked heart can find
No lasting peace and joy to fill the empty soul.
O man, return to Him who knows you best,
To One who made you from a piece of clay and spit.
He knows your frame and how sin’s bent your mind
Into crooked ways that only He can straighten out.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
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