Out from the Darkness

A Soul Lacking

A great poet of old was once told

To write from within for inspiration.

And, 'tis what he did. And did he well.

But I, even I, a poet as lowly as I

Can ne'er find a thing within to inspire.

What I see within is a soul lacking

In and of itself, that Spirit which we

As sinners need coursing through our veins.

I can but beg and plead with my Savior;

The Savior who has already asked

For my lowly and sinful soul.

"Come unto me." He calls.

Every fiber in my being longs to answer

But I am stuck fast in this sea of self

Pulling and tugging me down like sinking sand.

There is nothing I can do looking within.

Father, You make me see my selfish flaws

And I fear I may now drown.

Save me, O Lord above!

And show me Thy great mercies

And pull me from the depths of my self.

Gazing in wonder upon Thy glory

I find my inspiration, yea, my purpose.

My very life must revolve around Thee.

Accept this filthy soul, I pray,

And create within me a clean heart

As the great king prayed to Thee

So long ago in the days of old.

I praise You Lord for Thy Grace

And Thy many mercies!