Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Confession of a Fallen Follower


This poem was inspired during a recent sermon by my Pastor entitled Confessions. What would we say if we're honest? From the heart of this follower, my confession.

I am the converted one that follows
long ago laid entombed now risen savior.
My hungry soul in quiet ways allows,
the sin of weakness lending to waver.

My eyes see His glory, living Lord
though knee bows not in moments of anguish
lingering there my need creates a hoard.
Selfishness, I’m sure to lie in languish.

Rescue me, revive me, beyond this flesh,
inadequate I am to follow Him.
This tortured life I self inflict a mess.
Heart cries out, mercy, breathe on me again.

Mosaic life in it’s untold glory
Artisan hands are crafting my story

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smiles. broken glass made beautiful...each our own mosaic, in the overall mosaic of life...self inflicted, yeah i know that one too...i imagine your cries are heard loud and clear
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
"Artisan hands are crafting my story"

my favourite line. And all those lines tell a story. That story is always worth being heard.
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
Each of our lives tells a story crafted by unseen artisan hands -- beautiful imagery.
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
Woww... that was zen, and really beautifully said, Apryl... This creator is something super special...isn't he?!
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
I love the last line-"artisan hands are crafting my story" lovely!
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converted follows ~ to the tomb to be laid down ~ weak from the sinning
Love that! Thanks Z :)
A mosaic of emotions there.simply lovely/
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Finally Phoenix · 712 weeks ago

Great ending and a beautiful declaration of the power of love and faith!
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
you craft a very good story yourself!
1 reply · active 712 weeks ago
Love the power in your words...
Thank you Patricia, I am particularly fond of your words as well. Blessings
Mosaic life in it’s untold glory
Artisan hands are crafting my story

What a remarkably wholesome ending!! Kudos!
1 reply · active 711 weeks ago
Beautiful words, a wonderful heartfelt write.
1 reply · active 711 weeks ago
Great poem I vote for you as celebrate poets of the Summer!
Wow that's quite an honor Kevin, I greatly appreciate your nomination.
Yes the Master skillfully forms us into beauty.
You are a precious mosaic!!!

Love from the Moon
1 reply · active 710 weeks ago
the ability to put oneself on the line,open and bare,is extremely hard.you did just that with a flare that seemed effortless and focused!good sensitive write.

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