Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Here as Dust

In the valley darker than night
there is a single thought
clung to in prayer.
I am here as dust
were it not for the soul.
I am a vessel of vile whims
were it not for the cross.

Lead me to the road
directed toward the light.
Support my burden
for I am weak.
I am the lost sheep
in field without boundary.
I am the son
returning home to his father
and I am the harlot
kneeling to wash Your feet.


copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr


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