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Here I Am I died long ago when the Kingdom didn't matter Before the faith and the sacrifice arose I don't know much about God or if He is here I do believe in Christ and what He died for I am lost in an existence of unfounded religion I don't seek truth, grace, or eternity I merely exist to procure some happiness I am probably damned but I only slightly care I sometimes wish I had the commitment of the saints Other times I wish their stories didn't intrude My mind is only going moment to moment The moments never end, I waste peacefully away No God can save me if I don't accept the conditions Of His terms and paths to salvation My own sanctification is lost in a quagmire Of my self-righteous worship and selfish pride The turmoil of my soul is my own creation I love it, I hate it, it is how I survive God has offered me the gift of forgiveness But I embrace my sins expecting death's resloution No love could be greater, no love more complete No love more perfect, no love more for me But I choose to be disgraced in this fallen world No love is enough for me, no love is for me |
Additional Notes:
Catharsis of an unworthy
This Poem was Critiqued By: Turner Lee Williams On Date: 2006-08-19 20:42:02
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Medard--This write has agnosticism written all over it. A recognizeable
fickleness is obvious in speaker's rant. This confused protagonist is on
a slippery slope with a consistency of being inconsistent. Vivid imagery
of a semi-redeeming offering;
"The turmoil of my soul is my own creation
I love it, I hate it, it is how I survive
God has offered me the gift of forgiveness
But I embrace my sins expecting death's resloution"
A well written somber presentation of an admitted lost soul. TLW