Sinners
I want him to consume me,
With his need and want for me,
To ruin me inside and out,
Ruin beyond any possible repair.
I want to give and him to take it all,
Everything I can offer and more,
I want him in the deepest trenches,
To fill the emptiness I carry within.
I burn with desire for him,
Aching for this pleasurable pain,
For he is the god of sin,
And I am a shameless sinner.
Sinners, we're all afire,
Immersed in our desire,
Naught can impact flame,
No one really to blame,
Earthy, human embers,
Revival, age remembers,
Sensual, our Decembers!
Jesus in toga or tunic
Wrote notes that use symbols runic
But Trump Musk and Vance
Don loose yoga pants
To hide now each is a eunuch
There certainly is no reason
For you to be afraid
I've done this many, many times
And always made the grade
I'm talking about delivering sinners
Bringing them back
Back from a sinful life
When they are redeemed
Their smiles are big and eyes are bright
In this vast void of existence, we stand,
Hearts bleeding out, met with the back of a hand.
Alone we stagger in life's endless night,
Chasing shadows, devoid of respite.
We drift, lifeless shells, in an aimless march,
Haunted by silence, under heaven's starched arch.
Bound by ancestral chains, heavy and severe,
I ache for release, for the end to draw near.
We're tethered to a world that cares not for our strain,
Our essence cast into the void, our struggles in vain.
Directionless, we flounder between high and nether,
In life's cruel jest, peace is a tethered feather.
His crown, a distant whisper of hope’s demise,
In its absence, our worth under leaden skies.
I'd embrace the void for a sliver of right,
Than bask in the hollow glow of the commonplace light.
For in the pursuit of that elusive spark,
I find solace in the embrace of the dark.
A sinner's waltz, a hollow, echoing song,
In the dance of despair, is where we belong.
Saints and Sinners
The smile is broad
But the heart is bile
an outstretched hand is birthed
from a saintly pouch
But alas, such as richly coated
but with a shortened desire
A frail passion
A flinty heart
devoid of piety
thus encapsulated
within a virtuous being
Whereby Enrobing both saints and sinners
He came and dwelt among men
And shared a vision of heav'n;
To Him some opened their doors,
But more denied their favors.
With sinners He sat and supped;
Thus, others called Him corrupt.
But they did not understand:
He changed their hearts with His hand.
He walked and taught in byways
And always with gentle gaze;
Some gladly took His offer,
Others remained a scoffer.
Still He sought those who were lost,
Those who felt were tempest-tossed.
He healed the sick--gave them hope!--
Granted them the strength to cope.
He knew He had few days left
And sorrowed for those bereft;
In His heart, He put us first--
Both good and bad and the worst.
In spite of His love so clear,
We pierced His side with a spear.
Then as He drew His last breath,
For us all He conquered Death.
April 6, 2023
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The goodness of God surrounds me every day
It goes before me in all I do
And overwhelms me body and soul
For he loves me unconditionally
Day and night I wallow in His goodness
Even when I go the way of sinners
He never gives up on me
He continues to look out for me
His faithfulness remains sure
For He is a covenant keeping God
And as I journey in this world
He continues to guide my steps
He continues to pamper me
With His goodness
And has even prepared for me
A resting place
After the earthly journey is over
Where I will live with Him forever
Bad ears for God's direction!
You spare him your correction:
Strong lust and quick ********
Not unlike insurrection
Against Booked Resurrection...
It's mind set for conjecture
To yet taste misadventure:
Knickers safe after venture
Go back to Bonaventure
For tomorrow's adventure...
A sinner still the winner,
Around driving fine Sienna!
A Mended Fence A Sinners Doubt
David J Walker
The sin
is in
The sin is out
The sin is to
pretend
and not to doubt
where truth begins
a ragged rout
the books all blend
the rancor’s shout
with trails of gloom
or gratitude
a tactile room
too often skewed
as hues descend a
reconned drought
a seasons dirth
a Delphic earth
vatic verse
that vendor's tout
the nether world
escapes without
a false pretense
in recompense
as gods invest
the beggar’s bout
a mended fence
a sinners doubt
Aren't we all sinners in the eyes of the world
And aren't we all lost in this very world
For we always seeking approval from each other
From people who most times don't understand at all
For we all have cups over flowing
Some cups pouring out pure pain
Cause their cups were chalices of poison
Hate is all they've known in this life
Some have cups over flowing like rain
That when it pours from their cups
It drops in ours watering our wells
With hope to always keep going
Aren't we all sinners in the eyes of the world
Then why the attitude & constant righteousness
The sheer pettiness and imminent divide
Between ourselves when we out there in the world
Aren't we all sinners in the eyes of the world
And haven't you all had enough of it
Enough of the constant comparison,
and unnecessary pressure to perform
For we were all made different
Drinking from different cups of life
While some got empty cups that they sort to beg
Others got cups that fill whole grain sacks
The PO£T
You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head
You were just a child
Nothing's ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
Come take my hand
Share my lonely dinner
Tell me if you think
I'm a poet or sinner
Poet or sinner
Tell me what I am
Poet or sinner
Be the angel who can
Raise the dead
While marshmallow dreams
Drown in the tide
Change my world
With the taste of ruin
Flowing from my eyes
Turn back time
Soaked in bubbles
Of our reckless lives
Poet or sinner?
Don't know what I am
You knew me when I fought demons
In your tangled hair
You knew me when I marked you
With my stain of despair
You were just a child
Nothing's ever changed
I see the child in you
Like some eternal flame
All I know
I'll love you in shadows
Till the sun disappears
All I know
I'll love you in shadows
Till His Light reappears
Poet or sinner?
Don't know what I am
Jesus Christ truly was and is God's son
as God Christ is creator of the universe
He has no need of anything at all
Christ's riches evidence in Bible's verse
being the remedy for mankind's fall
This Jesus incarnate became man
but remained God in His fullness
heretics really go wrong at this point
which shows the root of their sinfulness
Christ became poor in becoming like us
adding His humanness to being divine
but suffering severely in His crucifixion
for us poor sinners, He's our living vine
Believers this is a mystery so sublime
Christ died for all our sins future and past
bringing salvation to sinners Jesus saves
for He out of love our sins has cast
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ
though rich Jesus Himself became poor
to bring divine riches to us sinners
so receive heavenly blessings so pure
(For you know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that though he was rich, yet for your sake, he became poor so that you by his poverty might become rich.)
2 Corinthians 8: 9 (ESV)
No repentance in grave:
The Holies don’t the company of sinners crave.
It’s no mere echoing of a Bible verse:
A trillion woes await the indicted hearse.
Every Deity should feel A Perfect Fool
Forgiving The Now-Lifeless with a stony look,
All subjects upholding the rule
That at a transgressor should be thrown the book.
One doesn’t repent, when it’s time to decay
Or mention a debt one's creditor no longer wants one to pay.
A Saint's fate is in a sinner's hands.
A saint's decisions are to fix those of a sinner's.
Saints and sinners rely on each other;
Sinner's rely on the help of saint's to heal them,
Saint's rely on sinner's harm for something to fix.
Saints and sinners work hand in hand
Just as brother and sister.
They many never agree, nor will they ever support,
But when they are needed, each will be there.
Saints need their sinners.
Sinners need their saints.
In for whispers
Pour les débarrasser de la crainte.
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