Lamentation
The Crucifixion, seen from the Cross, - James Tissot |
Lord,
I come before you with blemishes
I can never wipe away.
My sores have festered
and bled.
The pit yawns for my flesh.
The flames,
eager,
that I might be cast
into their dancing tongues.
Lord,
I come before you stained.
I am at the table,
farthest from you,
waiting for the master's crumbs.
My wealth is spent
on vices.
My youth is corrupted
by temptation.
You, Oh Lord,
are the only hope I have.
Yours is the only promise
keeping me from the flames.
Your blood
on a rough cut beam of wood
cleans every blemish,
every scar,
if I but believe
and turn to Your embrace.
copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr
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