Remember Me
O Lord, I cry to You, from the depths of my soul,
Remember me, dear Jesus, as the good thief made whole.
He sought Your mercy, on the cross, in his final hour,
And You, O Lord, granted him paradise, in Your loving power.
The other thief, with a heart full of pride,
Scoffed at Your power, and Your love, and he died.
His cry, a challenge, to Your authority and might,
But You, O Lord, remained silent, in the face of his plight.
Teach me, O Lord, to pray, with a humble heart,
To seek Your mercy, and Your love, from the very start.
May my cry, be like the good thief's plea,
And may I, like him, experience Your loving kindness, and be set free.
For You, O Lord, are a God, of mercy and love,
Slow to anger, and abounding in kindness, from above.
You hear the prayers, of the humble and the broken,
And You, O Lord, lift them up, and their hearts are unspoken.
So I will pray, O Lord, with a heart that's true,
And seek Your mercy, and Your love, anew.
May my prayer, be like incense, that rises high,
And may You, O Lord, hear my cry, and pass me by.
Copyright © Jagat Shine Isac John | Year Posted 2024
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