Saturday, October 23, 2010

Death O' Death

In between the Rock of my life
Deep crevices where sins hide
Fissures breach and overflow
Heart, mind and soul divides

Sinew wanes under the guile
The eye drinks in and retains
The mind recalls every malice
Rebellion, the sins of Cain

Death O’ death come swiftly
Lay to rest that which is me !
I reek of stench, rotten decay
Die self, to gain more of Thee

The power of I means nothing
Bring back my innocent youth
Place Your cross upon my heart
Restoring Thy power and truth

Judy L Wilson
Oct 20,2010

1 comment:

  1. This is really touching, Judy. I know the anguish of this cry. It hurts. It has to. Dying is painful.
    Bless you