Marred;
weak; afar; with the opprobrium
Of
the rejected race... to catalogue
My
blemishes would take too long; in sum
Encompass
all in three words - “a dead dog”.
Mercy
has reached me; grace has brought me near;
Kindness
has given me a prince’s seat
And
riches; perfect love has cast out fear:
The
King Himself has made my bliss complete.
So
if He is rejected in this world,
And
the rebellious challenge has been hurled:
“We
will not have this Man to reign”, should I
Follow
that trend? Surely I must deny
Myself,
and, till my Sovereign comes again,
Live
in the consciousness that “He must reign”.
thanks for sharing.
ReplyDelete"To catalogue my blemishes would take too long." That line got me. Yet, despite our blemishes, the King always chooses to show love and mercy.
ReplyDeleteMercy, grace, kindness, and perfect love. All we need is what Jeaus gives.
ReplyDeleteNice sonnet David... you quite the poet, my friend... His grace is amazing indeed!
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