|
A SINNER'S LAMENT
Like the Samaritan woman at the well,
My life was in shambles and full of strife
In
my sinful state, I was going through hell.
Like her, I was leading a decadent life.
Though I had been saved many
years ago,
And was striving to follow the Lord,
Sin overtook me and brought much woe,
When I turned away from God's
precious word.
I was fooling myself, shedding the blame.
Each sin I tried to deny.
My secret life was filled
with shame,
But I hated myself for living a lie.
Lost from the shepherd, I had wandered away,
To follow the
pathway of sin,
But Jesus came seeking this one gone astray
And when I repented, He forgave me again.
God loved
me, but like the prodigal son,
I was groping around in the night.
He led me back to the Crucified One,
To show me
the wrong from the right.
When I looked to the Savior, I became truly free,
Save for the thoughts of loved ones
I'd pained.
My constant prayer for those injured by me,
Is that healing, through Christ, might still be obtained.
I
pray that, one day, they too can forgive
And find healing for all of their strife;
For through forgiveness, they too
can receive
A Christ-filled and satisfied life.
 I'll Walk With You
Yes
My Dear , I'll Walk With You
For I see your dreadful plight.
I will be your trusted friend
And help you through
the night.
I know that there are many times
Of loneliness and fear.
If you will only call my name,
I'll
be ever, Oh so near.
I will share your many sorrows
And I'll feel your constant pain,
For you see, my dear,
I too,
Was treated with great disdain.
I came to earth as a little child
My Fathers will to do.
To show
mankind a special love
And offer eternal life to you.
So call on me in time of need
And I'll give you all that
pleases,
Because my dear, I love you so.
Sincerely, Your friend Jesus
GUILTY
Oh Lord, I come before your throne
With guilt for sins that I have done,
My spirit racked with
pain and grief,
I ask you, Father: Please forgive.
For I am wretched and unclean,
As filthy rags before all
men.
I can not bear the shame alone.
My heart is heavy, my life undone.
Then I heard You say: "My child,
I
sent my Son, so pure and mild
To be the Lamb of Sacrifice,
To buy your pardon, He paid the price."
My Savior
went to Calvary-
To die for me upon that tree,
My sinful spirit to atone;
I stand forgiven in Christ alone.
Oh
Lord, I give my life to thee.
If You can use me, please hear my plea;
To share Your love to all the lost,
I'll
follow you, what-e'er the cost.
That I may work in fields of white,
To glean the harvest before the night,
Searching
for lambs' so lost and cold,
To turn them to the Master's fold.
Spiritual Affliction
My sin of addiction
Was a spiritual affliction.
It kept me away
From the Lord
up above.
But in deep desperation
I confessed depravation.
I gave my heart to the Savior
And the God that
I love.
Today while Im walking,
Of Jesus Im talking.
I share my salvation
With all who will hear.
Now
I tell the old story
Of how Christ came from glory,
To cleanse and to heal me
Of that life, oh so drear.
Yes
Jesus my Savior
Has changed my behavior.
Now my greatest desire
Is to be holy and pure.
I can share with
assurance
That Hes the God of endurance.
Ive been blest with His love
And grace, to be sure.
Betrayal
My victims of betrayal are many;
All hurting and suffering pain.
They carry many an open wound
With
thoughts of great disdain
They carry many a guilty thought,
As, "Could I have stopped my loss,
Or was it all
inevitable
That I receive this dross?"
As a sorrowful victimizer,
I am learning what you have lost.
I wish
that it were possible
To replace what I have cost.
I'd give you back your childhood
And eliminate your blues.
I'd
return to you your body,
To do with as you choose.
I would offer you the loving care
That a parent ought to
do.
I'd give you back the precious love
That I have stripped from you.
But I ripped your heart asunder
And
caused you all that bane
I stole your child from you
To start it all again.
For all this I'm truly sorry,
As
I write these words today.
The guilt I feel is just as real
As was forced on you that day.
Please understand
the hatred
That I feel now toward my crime;
Knowing I did such a terrible thing
Without any reason or rhyme.
I
wish that I could tell you
What I'm feeling in my heart,
But how could you ever listen
When I've torn your world
apart?
I Feel The Pain
I
see the misery that I've caused
And yes, I feel the scorn.
With loneliness and sorrow
As I carry the bitter thorn.
I see your every crying wish
To be free from me at last,
But as I write these doleful words
I can see the
die I've cast.
I've made you very lonely,
With dreams so horrified,
And hoping that your Daddy
Had gone
away and died.
I feel in you my little ones
The bitterness and fears.
I see how I have traumatize
Your lives
throughout the years.
I've made the very ones I love
Look on me with hate.
I know I can not change the past,
But
I dread our present state.
This is just to let you know
My sorrow and deep remorse
But with Gods loving guidance
I've found a challenging course
In Him is peace and opulence
Which He only can supply.
That your hearts
would open to His call,
This is my humble cry.
Please do not look at Father God
The way you look at me;
For
His love is never-ending,
As He comes to set you free.
Our Jesus died that you might have
True freedom from
your strife.
If you but put your trust in Him,
His offer is eternal life.
Please give your heart to Jesus
And
let Him ease your fears.
Please seek His face and loving grace
And let Him dry your tears.
Others Poetry
|
