Tormented by unconfessed sins’ grief gloom
My soul is vexed from its self-righteous poise
Defying it draws me nigh toward angst doom
Denying thereby haunts me with guilt’s noise.
Justifying as human nature feat
My heart blames pride of its dominion height
Midst the championing insult of deceit
Leaving me forlorn, bereft of bliss’ light.
Seeking forgiveness against distress-woes
My spirit clamors for serene haven
Trusting the Lord God to vanquish sorrows
Claiming His love’s clemency from heaven.
Grateful to Christ for His pardon-filled grace
I bow down to Him, exultant with praise.*
*Psalm 28:7 The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him.
January 10, 2020
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