I am guilty and I slip
-and his rod slaps me
his teeth close upon my flesh
like a lion's on its prey
Yet even in innocence
my affliction washed over me
I bathe in the filth of my disease
their is no respite from my toil
there is no end to my torture
I am cursed
My body rebels against you and against me
-I have no control
My mind plans its attack - its ambush
before I am aware
if I let my guard slip
even for a moment
I will rush upon myself and be no more
Even if I am innocent
I cannot lift my head
for I am full of shame
I drown in my affliction
Are you not God of mercy?
Are you not God of hesed?
When will you keep your promises?
How long must I remain a slave to my shame?
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Hey Joe- Pretty deep poem...
Job just keeps coming up for me lately. I just got finished reading Job 10. I've been wanting to talk to you. Give me a call when you can!
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