What great shame I have brought to your name God
Manifestation of a heart true to the flesh that its bound in
Corrupted and broken, bleeding out... barely beating
I groan as the life I try to control cries for intervention
I have not a thing to offer, not a penny for barter
What worth could you find in this wretched selfish martyr
I have died for nothing, despite all my positions
My dreams of your favor, spread out like a puzzle
Here, unnerved and left teetering
Just a breeze I beleive, would set in motion my fleeting
My hands are set, yet my grip is descending
I have been here before, now what came of the ending?
Redeemed by my Lord, Father, when my strength was found wanting
A life in Your hands, less control than I wanted
"Sanctuary!" my flesh pleads, in need of great mending.
I procure refuge in you Lord, for I have remebered the ending!
jhd 9-2-09
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