Nov 30, 2014

tending the garden.

I struggle to take hold of
that which I must despise
that which You have made new
And it is true
Your words are trustworthy
What is my certainty? A heart
that knows its own depravity
much better now
Not with physical eyes do I see
You have spoken
I make no attempts
to cover up my guilt
Won't you prune me,
O strong One?
While it is still called 'Today'
And loosen my grip
of that which belongs
to You

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