Lord, I Confess

Lord, I confess a grievous thing,
That I have not been witnessing,
To You, Who are alive in glory,
But rather to a Bible story,
Told over and over so often that,
It's easy just to memorize,
And cut You down to my mind's size.

Oh, let it be no longer so,
That I should hinder such a flow,
Of all redeeming, strengthening Love,
Pouring down from up above,
Seeking vessels such as I,
To fill and flow with Heavenly peace,
Until love for this life shall cease,
And I shall count it gain to die,
to self, to pride, to reputation,
And live for You, my soul's salvation,

And I would love so much, dear Lord,
To share with others Your sweet Word,
Your promises to those who seek,
How on the earth You were so meek,
And humbled Yourself constantly,
So You could help all men to see,
Your love for all who want to be,
With You for all eternity.

(copyright 10/30/15)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Zhaira Avatar
June 3, 2015 at 9:32 PM
What a love poem you have written here, Miss Arlene. I loved it. Lucky me, I was able to read it.. Khrysstine x
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June 4, 2015 at 8:34 PM
*lovely
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June 4, 2015 at 8:18 AM
Thank you so much, Khrysstine, for your enthusiasm and encouragement. It means a lot to me.
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