“Sorry” seems to be the hardest orientation of the soul; at least it seems to me.
The letters fall so easy,
The sound of them echo continually,
The need of them remains, reverberates in our shared ecology.
Oh, unrepentant soul. Soul; with thick covering of shame,
That death shroud of arrogant, prideful pain.
Denial’s wall built high again;
As hope lies dead in the flowerless field of war; petals surrendered only thorns remain.
Oh, Come on my soul. Empty words, cease; let the
You think you know me,
assume my ache
and you pity me, unable.
But I haven’t come
For what you think.
Don’t judge my deepest need. Our hope lifted me,
Shared faith brought me
To him: surrendered; He’s able.
I’ve come for freedom,
For him to meet my need. And he knows me well
Love speaks to me,
Forgiveness for my soul.
And he heals me too,
To prove the point.
But that’s not why I came. #paralysed #christianity #deepestneed #SPOKENWORD #forgivene