Poetry

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Oh I feel You’ve given up
As I drink from this bitter cup.
What are my sins that are so great
Do You really see me in hate?

I thought Jesus had paid the price
I thought He had made it nice.
All my life I walk in fire
Tattered clothes were my attire.

I thought Jesus was the cure
So You would see me whole and pure.
I tried to turn from my sinful ways
From the imperfections of my days.

But I keep getting cast down
I am a heap here on the ground.
I’m plagued with sinfulness
Into hell I have digressed.

Of my life I've made a mess
My sinful ways I now confess.
Helping others I will quit
This bitter herb on which I bit.

Reaching out I guess is wrong
That's what I thought of all along.
This is a dream that’s made of wood
I’ve been evil never good.

I’m being burned up in the fire
Sinking deep into the mire.
Its been a waste this pain and strife
I’m just a loser in this life.

This dreadful life for which I’ve live
I offer up and freely give.
I just thought I was being kind
I have been fooled and am so blind.

I’ll say no more I’m incomplete
I throw myself down at Your feet.
I have lost all that You’ve give
Now I don’t deserve to live.

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