Friday, March 28, 2008

01.

O’ Lord, my desire grows wane as days run by

Like the moon that has long past it’s zenith

A barren dessert stark and empty

As the dry wind scatters the sands.


My longing for You is like a hollow promise,

That bears down my heart

As I cry in anguish

Of words unspoken aloud.


My songs of praise echo though empty halls

That once knew joy was now all lost

My heart groans and moans

At the futility of it all.


I no longer knew myself with all the masks once worn

Changing plays and switching roles

Broken mirrors and shattered shards

What of me? I know not.


Yet Lord, You speak of promises untold

My life is within Your control

My true self You have known

What could I hide that You cannot fathom?


Your grace abounds and Your justice sure

Despite the sins I’ve seeked I selfishly beg

O’ Lord what am I but an unfaithful bride

Scorned and tossed in the unmerciful tides of time.


Yet Lord you have never left

Your eyes and ears are always upon me

Your heart longs for me

Your love cries out for me ceaselessly.


My King, You love my soul even as I loath it

You bring me to my knees with your mercy

With just a whisper You send me reeling

My undeserving heart breaks when You call me.


You are perfect my Lord

How could I see you and cast not a glance at my own iniquity?

Yet You chose to wash and clothe me anew

O’ Lord there is truly none like You.


My beloved King there is no one I could face

As I account to You my shame

For there is none whom I have wronged

But the One whom I called the most.

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