As this cold bitter wind cuts at my face, I wonder how I allowed myself this place In the time Of this history That it seems I wrote. For it seems I have no control, Over my ever-changing role In this crime, This mystery, A song in which I'm just a note. The "Where?" the "When?" and "How?" Can no longer affect the "Why?" of now. For I stare at my hands upon which blood has been spilt, The result of the acts for which I felt no guilt. My redemption I know is near, So why must I still wait? I have no purpose,only fear Of what will soon become my fate. I'm driven now to escape this pain, All that I am is built on a lie. This act from which I cannot refrain, This carnal shell, it must...I die. Wait...it seems I have been reborn, What could have caused this change? For from myself I have been torn, I feel wonderful yet strange. But now it seems I understand, I had but to die to truly live. My sin a sacrifice did demand, This gift to me He did freely give. By His grace, my sins God forgave, And this I know I could never repay; For it was was my soul He died to save, So to Him I give my life each day. Why should I not give up What I could never own? Because He desires to fill my cup Beyond anything I've ever known. I'll trust Him no matter Satan's attack, Even if I stumble or fall. So Lord I now hold nothing back, I give to you my all. I'll keep my eyes upon the cross No matter how life turns me, And it doesn't matter the gain or loss, I will continue on this journey.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because I felt it symbolized to me the true
forgiveness and commitment that a relationship with Christ
requires. I left it as an Untitled in order that I would
not dictate to others their interpretation of the poem.
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