Scourge

I sit on a chair facing a round table Bones weak, muscle aches- unable I lay my hands on my lap Thoughts of prayer, I grab Seeking help from start to end Though my mind can't trend I could feel my angel has led At this time, what my soul has craved Accusing faces I don't seem to know Pointing fingers and eyes glow In anger, cheeks are blown away With rush of blood-flushed and gray Silently-a second- my eyes are closed For strength at this hour I can't lose Your hand-Lord-must hold me up To draw me up from nearing collapse They say words, I don't understand Pressing faults, neither I do nor I withstand Accusers ears bolted, no time to hear Voices high - full of lies and err Every phrase they blare is not fair What they believe, they hold it clear At this hour, I'm seeking what is right I want to correct and put everything to light My desire, I intend to let them hear my side Clear my name and tell them what myself-abide But their intent is to push me against the wall So to show they are upright, and I am left to lament my befall.. Oh Lord, I must step out awhile from this disgrace To know how lovely is your stead and grace I want to walk with you where green vales I see To where my scourge body lies and could be And hear the thunder of storm, feel the rain And wash up me clean, away from this bane In your world ,Oh Lord, the flowers have bloomed But my eyes are tired and always in gloom How can I appreciate, your lovely and perfect creation If I am on this state, full woe and depression Full of anger, full of disdain- I have contained You, I can rely, to come and release me from chain What else shall I long, this life may be bright As bright as the morning sunrise, I see light From the night so dark and soaked with tears My restless limbs and thoughts reign all fears I come by to a musing and lonely stream And it sings a melodious praise, to reclaim my vanishing dream..