Friday, 15 October 2010

I never knew

The morning comes with light to my soul
And lo I knew its source.

For the night had been dark for long
Lost in my sins
                        and fantasies.

Alarmed dismay the morning will sing
Frantic noise I cannot sustain
To arise again to this gall and bitterness
Yea this bitterness of my hardened soul.

That cup in which He trembled to drink
I did entirely reflect that double was my portion of it.

For no sinner like me there ever was and will ever be
I was frayed,
                    Dreading to wake.
But I never knew in the sunrise

Kind-heartedness He would confirm
That He would breathe life into me
Escorting me to repentance,

And once again cause a Praise
              To arise
From the mouth of a pitiful saint


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