Nothing original here:
Only the same old heart,
Weary and smudged and weak,
Shop-soiled in every part.
Only the same laments
Born from the same long pain;
Only the same desires,
And the same prayers again.
Here the same hidden fears
Writhe in their same tired dance,
Wasting my vital strength,
Limiting love’s expanse.
Here the same battle’s fought
For its ten thousandth round
When shall I overcome?
When is the victory found?
Only the same despair
Mocks at my faith’s thin thread
Only the same resolves
Hunger the same scarce bread.
And yet, the same, same God
Turns not his face from me
And with the same vast grace
Holds me with constancy.
And the same promises
Capture again my heart
And His same love still breaks
Every defensive part.
So the same song I join
Which all the saints must sing
Wonder and praise to Him:
Lover and Lord and King.
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2 comments:
What a tremendously encouraging cry, Lynne. And what a beautiful conclusion.
Thank you.
Lynne- I found you through karen wow so loved your poem here and the verses speak so strongly about our condition so often,at least my own i can say I have always loved australia and wish to go there if possible before i leave this life. your things about you list was very cool too!!
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