| THE PRIZE
Why am I letting myself sink in with this haste, With the spontaneity…? Why welcome the impulsiveness of nature, go against Your will? Why do I let go of Your embrace? Why do I need Thee despite the happiness this tarnished space offers me? Why do I repeatedly hurt You? Why do I let You cry? But seein’ You in pain gives me pain all the more? Why do I desire You? Yearn for Your love? Yearn for Your presence at all times? Why do You still clothe my wounds? Heal me, feel me, love me at all costs, in the face of imperfect poetry I usually write? Why do this world I am in, is being flawed by follies and why do You still believe in me? And still watch me rigorously while I sing some stained songs? Died for my sins, Saved me from all the threats, The angst, The unworthy tactics, The rustic, earthly, shattered glasses of my pain… Have been piece by piece placed altogether and You’ve exalted the frame of my life onto that precious prize A price of death on the cross… A treasure where I lie down before You Beside You… You are wonderful, You are worthy of my praise… Your broken flesh have made my unworthy self to have the right of that pure, unselfish love and to see my sins on that cross, to be soaked into the rivers of Your precious blood I asked You… Why? You still love me, notwithstanding the flesh sunken into the broken walls of dead end… You guide me through, walking beside me till the end… That’s what You told me, Gently whispering… Teach me to be Yours forever… To stay beside You, stand in awe of Your beauty, Sing praises to You… Use me please dear Lord and make me worthy till the end… © egs 2008 |
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