Oh, wretchèd sinner that I am!
Oh, that my suffering would cease;
That I would be whole and clean.
The dirt and grime of my skin
Does not show the complete ugliness of my soul.
Because of my many transgressions
I now wallow in self pity and anguish.
Oh, that the earth would swallow me whole,
That You would end my days of woe.
Show me just once that hope exists
Outside of this miserable cage my soul is trapped in.
And yet, I dare not look for Thy glory
For then, I would see more clearly mine own faults.
But, that which my body fears
My very soul yearns for!
Oh, wretchèd sinner that I am!
Father in heaven, look not at my faults
Though they be as plain as the nose on my face.
Nay, look only at the pained and suff'ring soul
That lies before Thee in a heap of anguish.
Take me and make me whole and clean.
Give me the strength to look beyond my self;
To see the purity of Thy love and sacrifice.
Only then do my impurities appear insignificant!
For only You, my sole Deliverer, are able and willing
To see me through to the victory.
Oh, what joy will fill Thy believers
When we shall see Thee coming
In the clouds to save Thy very own people!
Prepare me Father, I pray.
Prepare me to see Thy face of glory!
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Out from the Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems written with the goal to praise the God who created us all.
