Sunday, September 18, 2011

My Soul Cries Out

My soul cries out in distress,

As I continue to sin in this human skin.

I desire to do Your will

Fully pleasing You

But I still do the things I hate.

If only I can make things straight,

I wish I can undo.

The hurt I cause

Not only me, but You.

I’m over whelmed with shame

And want to end this war game.

But it seems to never end,

I have no hope.

I don’t know how to cope

With all this shame I claim.

Please take away the pain

I hate the things I do!

My soul cries out, forgive me.

Listen to my plea

I desire to do Your will.

Fully pleasing You,

My heart breaks with sorrow

As I truly want to follow.

My God that gives grace,

You have made a way

To replace

All my shame and sin.

You sent Your only Son for me

And is sitting at Your right hand.

Now I understand

It’s the blood for Christ

That makes me white as snow

And I can truly feel

Your love overflow.

My soul cries out, My Savoir

I desire to do Your will

Fully pleasing You.

 For what I am doing, I do not understand. For what I will to do, that I do not practice; but what I hate, that I do.  

Romans 7:15

The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears, And delivers them out of all their troubles. The LORD is near to those who have a broken heart, And saves such as have a contrite spirit.  Psalm 34:17-18

Written By Bridget Sherman
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Just like your poem said, "My soul cries out" I can't wait to be with Him where everything is perfect. All of your poems encourage everyone who read them.