Lord, give me a mournful spirit,
as my sins rise to the surface
let me feel the pangs of anguish
for being to You ~ a disservice.
I know I have hurt You,
how disloyal to You I’ve been
now I see through the darkness
and recognize the pain of my sin.
I once thought I was wealthy,
but now I know that I am poor
I thought I could squeak my way
into heaven’s back door.
But, this could never happen,
for I have broken Your heart
and unless I am truly repentant
from You ~ I’ll always be apart.
So, I am bowing down before You,
my tears are asking You to forgive
all the disfavor I have brought You
for my life to You ~ I want to give.
Lord, bless me with Your comfort,
come and bring my heart relief
while I express to You my sorrow
for causing You . . . so much grief!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Matthew 5:4
“Blessed are those who mourn,
For they shall be comforted.”
Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka
January 19th, 2013 at 7:29 PM
What a heartfelt poem, Deborah. Thank you and God bless you!
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