God gives and God really takes.
Maybe I'm punished for my sins and mistakes.
My heart is drowning in doubt and sorrow.
What will become of me tomorrow?
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I want a new mind and heart, yearning after you.
So all your plans and purposes for me will come true.
But there's so many wants and worldly distractions all over the place.
It seems my soul is wired to keep falling from grace.
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But life is cruel and imperfect, I desire to be in your temple.
But I'm stuck in a loop of sin and repentance just like your people.
How imperfect we are yet made in your likeness.
I pray in my lifetime that your holiness I can harness.
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Tired and hopeless, I come seeking you.
I want to surrender everything too.
Refreshed by your grace, I hope after this, I won't forget.
Lest I end up in a loop again which will cause me regret.
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My God! My free choice and will still leaves me lost.
Am I saved for nothing? I feel bad for Christ being the cost!
Make me surrender and mold me in your way.
Save me, my potter. I am your clay.
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Star Ashley Cruz
May 11, 2021
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PoesíaI live and I will die but my words soar high written in skies of paper, allowed me to live forever. - Snippets of my soul in a piece of paper. R.I.P. originally stands for "Rest in peace." Coincidentally, I find that peace upon writing poetry and p...
