Strangled with hope
released from the chains
of tainted justice
created from a mind
of confusion
blurred vision
crowded out thoughts
of goodness
invaded by temptations
of human depravity
what is mere man
that Thou should
hear his cry?
Oh Father
why?
We've touched
the tomb of emptiness
smoked the kindles
of Hell
holding on to the brimstone
of love
for ourselves
of hate
for ourselves
gritting our teeth
forming an impression
of past sins
unforgotten
unforgiven
Hell hath it's fury
Why Oh God
have you
poured mercy
on the weak?
had compassion
on your enemy?
It is not I
who have sought You
You called
You chose
You bought
my soul
Suicidal thoughts
of my former man
haunting memories
he still lives
yet You've killed him
he's dead
You're alive
I live
I live for You now
12/14/2011
Copyright © 2011 Brian D. Jackson
