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 heart with brimming promises,
With coals, burned up with passions
Long planted, and nurtured, and pured,
Bleed blood;
Expelling from the pores
All wickedness, all envy, all scorn.
Beat, beat, beat
Beating out my sin.
The only way to weed it out is beating suffering.
But suffer do I now cause self-
Fish I am to me.
I'm squirming through and in my self
Caused misery.
I lap it up
Spit it out
Ravished by the taste.
Cooled coals
Poisoned heart
Tortured Holy Faith.
Instill in me a holy heart,
A heart unstained by sin,
And then I'll have what I've long sought,
And thousand souls we'll win.
But nothing seems to happen
Unless I beat within
Away all vices, with Your help,
Along with suffering.
So to my buddy suff'ring!
My friend through thick and thin.
No matter who's the cause of it
You bring me close to Him.
So draw forever nearer
The knife into my chest,
And wreathed with glist'ning tears,
I'll wear Your sacred crest.
Forever will I beat
Forever will I die
Forever will I live now
Forever by Your side
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Author:
Spencer Wilhelm (
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A plea for love and support. A love poem that speaks with passion and feelings of youth. Nicely written
Thanks!
My pleasure
Wow, it is such an interesting perspective to see suffering portrayed as a friend, as that is the way to draw closer to the Lord. A knife ending our attachment to this world, while attaching us to the Divine. Well done!
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