domilla

Dyed in the wool

He constantly elevates me among the many with such honor
Let his grace to me not be in vain. 
he’s all I should thirst and yearn for 
And make salvation my aim
but it is needless I hold on to, when I shouldn’t be the same 
I forget the paths I have tread   
The paths that where he  safely saved me from pain
With his gentle hands that wouldn’t let me go

Then there’s he Whose joy is found in my ruin
Plays on my frailty then plunders my soul
Crippling my mind to make me  lose control 
Blame the lies told 
that make me lose my way


I know he stands with arms opened wide
Ready to receive my baggage 
To bear the greater burden and be my guide
But still I fear and choose to hide 
Since being Guilty and ashamed  
unwilling to fork over my pride
Clinging to it like a leech would with no remorse for his pain

As one whose speech  is airy, packed with empty promises  
Promises done in vain 
Several times, and again 
Coupled with a million excuses  
Several times , and again 
Excuses quite groundless
Forgetting that in this path it is death I will gain

To be saved ,
I should let go of my sins, guilt and shame
It is a pity that  treat him so cold 
And I fall because I am not so bold
When I should stand tall and proud,
consider my ways 
and have faith that can unstick my feet off the ground