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Gratitude for Guilt

Poetry By: craaig
Religion and spirituality


Midnight . . .
I awake . . .
Talking to myself and my Best Friend . . .

Confusing this may be: written, as it is, for He and me
and, now, thee.

Whatever will be . . .

Submitted:Oct 10, 2008    Reads: 119    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   

Guilt and blame are my reward.
Stand alone against the horde.
Evil deeds, did I not plan?
Fearful: this transgressor ran.
Buried deep, I hid the lot.
Now, I excavate the plot.
Deepest secrets, yet untold,
Spake to Thee alone. Embold'.
On his sword, this sinner wilt
Fall unless a cross is built:
Bridge twixt Thee and Thine is hewn,
Save us all from rack and ruin.
Kneel. Admit. Repent alone,
Fore the right hand of the throne.
Ye and He will not rebuff.
Yet, I fear 'tis not enough.
Fool, am I, to seek redress?
Victims, mine, deserve no less.
They ware not yet, yet Thee dwell
In their hearts. I know Thy will.
So, I act; yet, not alone:
Four of us, far from the throne,
Meet trespassees' rightful scorn.
Humble now -- on earth reborn.
'Gardless of Thy Son and Thee,
Sin cannot be shed for free.
Toil, not tarry, peace is bought.
Light of Son bares sin we wrought.


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