Life can take a person down a path they never dreamed and it seems all hell is against them, they’re someone they never thought they could be. They know they’re not worthy, but by grace and God’s love ..I’m now changed by Jesus Christ ..I’m not ashamed!
Tears drool
as slobbers a dog
hurt slumbers cruel
a slouch lazed slob
as the past ponder
heavy laden heart
this soul the blunders
if sins possessive stop
eyes darkly wavered
stumbling in sorrows
someone so wayward
Jesus some more tomorrows
as I testify, I’m not ashamed!
Ashamed of my shortcomings
how a weary man slothful
the dread of mornings
another day one so doubtful
evenings try a sluggish prayer
down hill then a wall
I asked God, “where?”
sleep lost then stall
the nothingness of night
who is this man I am?
was it this path from the womb
this place I stand
as Jesus I call, I’m not ashamed!
How the yesterdays a sad blur
a dirty rag try and wipe
only more filth stir
of what can’t be called life
the stench of hell
nostrils this inward man
hardly stomach the smell
sickening ways the wind fan
the sun even seeks asylum
the wickedness this person
as a trash stricken slum
then Jesus entered in
only of Him, I’m not ashamed!
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