Why can't I be upset?
Why can't I feel guilty?
Why can't I repent?
I feel so filthy.
Trapped in sin,
I do it all over again.
I cannot set myself free,
Lord come liberate me.
I hear your voice.
I hear your rebuke.
I hear your disappointment.
But I don't leave my sin.
A rut of quicksand,
a snare of mud.
A price on my head,
you paid with blood.
Yet I ignore.
Why can't I be free?
Yet I enjoy.
Lord come liberate me!
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Hallelujah
RandomA collection of my poems written in worship of God the Father and our Lord Jesus Christ throughout my childhood and into my teen and adult years. Compiled as I found them in my many, many journals; no particular order to the poems.
