Standing Condemned
On any given day
I don't truly live
In the freedom of
The risen Christ's grace
At any moment I
Willingly dismiss the
Resurrection news
What would a true grasp
Of the truth even look like
Grace, I am told, is the
Courage to accept acceptance
Yet, how can I accept myself
When I am busy judging others
Taking your inventory
It turns out
Is my own personal Golgotha
--Shenandoah Lynd
I don't truly live
In the freedom of
The risen Christ's grace
At any moment I
Willingly dismiss the
Resurrection news
What would a true grasp
Of the truth even look like
Grace, I am told, is the
Courage to accept acceptance
Yet, how can I accept myself
When I am busy judging others
Taking your inventory
It turns out
Is my own personal Golgotha
--Shenandoah Lynd
Labels: my poetry
posted by Doah at 10:37 AM
1 Comments:
Your poem is SO true!! I know it, then I live it, then I wanna blame others, then I feel bad, then I get it, then I live it, then I wanna blame, then I feel bad......etc.
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