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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author