Oh, wretched women that I am . . .
sinned so bad, I should be damned
inside beats a cold, stony heart
that only wickedness can impart.
Miserable, pitiful resentful soul,
lived a life out of God’s control
knowing the truth, but looking away
hoping to make it, in my own way.
Years of struggling to seek and know,
yet not really wanting ~ God to show
so much for me to have to give up
didn’t want the bitterness in that cup.
Wasted days followed by useless years,
are now my heartbroken sobs and tears
so much more that I could have done
for God’s glory ~ to honor His Son.
Oh, wrenched women that I am . . .
now is saved by God’s precious Lamb
who sacrificed His own life for me
yet my wickedness . . . I still sadly see!
King James Version
“O wretched man that I am! who shall deliver
me from the body of this death?”
Deborah Ann Belka