Confession

Spencer Wilhelm


Notice of absence from Spencer Wilhelm
The Mennonites might be on to something...
I'll be taking one year off away from my devices to be with the Lord. Pray for me

O Lord, the pain of hurting you

Of thrusting the lance deep within

And with each breath another burst

Yet I collapse gasping for more

 

Nothing is gained by crossing you

And still my being craves for sin

Whose side effect lies in the hearse

And morphs the soul into a sore

 

Why do I keep forsaking you?

How does you patience not wear thin?

For you and you alone I thirst

Please I pray to not be a bore

 

For contrite heart, I'll forgive you.

For in my love which lives herein

Lies everything you've ever searched 

For this I've let myself get tore

 

All I want is to dwell with you

Eternally, you as my kin

Because each of you was cursed

I died, forgetting all sins lore

 

  • Author: Spencer Wilhelm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 1st, 2024 02:05
  • Category: Unclassified
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