Finally, Letting Go
My love of wicked ways requires its toll
as I return from diamond, back to coal.
Condemnation permeates this guilty hideous hole,
my strangulated faith seeks breath within my wicked soul.
please-
anyone…
I'm afraid.
"I fear my heart is small
I ask you, weep for me
a hellhounds barking call
oh, who will hear my plea?"
silent voice
directs-
the plan is laid
forsaking sinful-warm, enticing-blind embrace
an evil lure, caressing every painful place
On knees I beg, "please fill this empty space".
No time slips by, comes all-consuming grace.
terrified
unforgiveable mistakes
this fool's made
Yet, the price for all my foolish stumbles,
has been paid for me- without me earning.
Though beneath my feet the whole world crumbles,
The Spirit's touch, responds to my yearning.
Now, forgiven!
for with regret,
I prayed.
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