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I am unworthy of His grace
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I am not a very good poet, but I do write poems occasionally for my website blog.
Here's one I wrote.
I'm dumbfounded and confused.
Can't tell if this is shock or ruse.
Don't know what I'm standing on.
Since the day I asked, I've been gone.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.
I flounder with my recuse.
Don't know my stance that I refuse.
My walk to carry me from
The desolation of that dawn.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.
Now carry me softly to my bed.
I took for granted all the things said.
A shooting star in the nighttime tells
The violent pursuit of truth bellows.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.
Here's one I wrote.
The Violent Pursuit of Truth Bellows
I'm dumbfounded and confused.
Can't tell if this is shock or ruse.
Don't know what I'm standing on.
Since the day I asked, I've been gone.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.
I flounder with my recuse.
Don't know my stance that I refuse.
My walk to carry me from
The desolation of that dawn.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.
Now carry me softly to my bed.
I took for granted all the things said.
A shooting star in the nighttime tells
The violent pursuit of truth bellows.
So far. So far. So far I've traveled.
How many things have I seen that I've marveled?
I can't tell what this truth is doing to me.
All I know is what I've discovered to be
The flickering flame to my conscious revealed
The light in my eyes burning bright that I'm sealed.