Poem about a tortured mind
O WINGGED THING
O plague, the darkest hour
It comes upon you, you duck, you cower
Thy wings to spread the moonless night
Your shackles bind, and dig, sure, and tight
In the deepest chasm, you show your fangs
One’s visions clear, thy bind, the same
Some two, some three, some four and more,
To see things pass, and come before
They bite, they sting, to show, to shame
You, the chosen, you, to blame
To run, to flee, no place to hide
You grip the ghosts that do abide
The light you seek, you surely find
To slow the beast, a tortured mind
You seek the answer, to him above
It is a gift, was sent, of love
To ask the question, how can it be
His only answer, the love of theetags: tortured mind, spiritual help, love is the answer
I am Sinner
This jail I've built myself
has no locks or bars.
It holds but one inmate.
There are no prison guards.
A prisoner of my fear.
I'm insecure and cold.
An isolated spirit.
A lonely tortured soul.
Persistently I think,
my sins, they vex me so.
I loathe the man I've been.
The seeds of hate I've sown.
Loved ones I have hurt
along a selfish path.
I see so little worth
in the mirror looking back.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
My head I hang in shame.
I drop down to my knees,
and thus begin to pray.
"Dear Father in the heavens,
I am sinner, hear my words.
As night becomes the day,
I've nowhere else to turn.
As lowly as I am,
with Your Light I feel anew.
With Your love, fill my cup.
Know my words are true.
Dear Father up above,
I am sinner, guide my soul.
Through the Son I pray today,
let Your Spirit show.
Forgive my sins, for I forgive
those that tread on me.
My flesh and bone, my heart and soul,
I lay down at Your feet".
As I arise I realize,
all things wash away.
My first birth was into sin,
my second into grace.
Glory, He is with me,
for I can't deny His Love.
A Love so pure and limitless,
He'd sacrifice His Son.
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THE GARDEN - A Christian Poem
by MaryAnn Fear
I was but dirt. He made me whole
He gave me breath, life, and soul
I repaid him by eating the fruit of the tree
That was, I knew, forbidden to me.
I stole, wasted, cheated, and lied;
Yet on the cross for me He died.
He gave the wonders of the world to me.
I was blind, I would not see.
Still He waited patiently
And I now finally realize
Life without Him would be my demise.
I know one day I will drink the sweet wine.
The fruit of heaven's gardens all be mine.
Note from Katherine T Owen
Thank you MaryAnn.
God blesses you and loves you.