I Will Fly

One day, in a basement room, two years ago
i found salvation, and forgiveness of sins
and while i have no excuse, i know
i often need saved from sin again

so many days and nights i cried
for love of Jesus, my blessed Lord
for His love of me He bled and died
and my own loyalty is small reward

i can not begin to comprehend His glory
in those courts of God, on Zions mount
still more, His compassion and care for me
this flawed vessel of such little account

i still sin, and i still fail
still so far from my own "holiness"
still so close to His, my Holy Grail
and such joy, i can not fail to express

when i sin, to my regret and loss
in place of Love Divine
i erect a bloody cross
and of our loves, i lose mine

this is what i can not stand
the thought of His pain, unended
from His cross, to my death, i understand
our sins cause sorrow, however defended

i can not forget His love, 
His presence here, in my little life
there was a time, His Spirit flowed from above
the memory of such joy cuts like a knife

i don't want to live in sin again
i won't be at peace with my faults
my Lord Jesus will win
and i will stand under Heavens' vaults

looking at Heavens' sky
in the presence of Christ

i will fly
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Loveless Avatar
January 22, 2010 at 10:37 AM
This is written beautifully. xo Rain
Owens Avatar
January 15, 2010 at 10:08 PM
Very wonderful poem...I understand what you're saying...I pray the prayer of Salvation to be saved every night myself...Maybe I haven't learned how to trust God the way I should...enjoyed all your poems tonight...Marty
Richards Avatar
January 15, 2010 at 4:28 PM
See?? You did get my attention LOL!.....and I am finding you a wonderful poet!! :) This comes from deep within a heart with such honesty, confesses mistakes, knowing we are not a perfect people, and knowing we always struggle, sometimes will fail. But faith is strong in your words.
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