Blind upon Life’s
A blind soul upon a muddy road
Nothing to call his ground
No heart-felt goal or home ahead
No foundation that was sound
He grumbled on his gloomy way
Why should he care to think?
That perhaps the ground below his feet
Could somehow start to sink
Smiling faces pass him
But again he turns his head
Why should they smile when he thought
“I’d be better off just dead!”
“This God that people talk about
Ha, I’d like to see Him here
So I could whisper faintly
A question in His ear”
“Why me and why this muddy road
Why my past, now far behind
Why did I do the things I did
And did You, from me hide?”
“I’m tired and I’m lonely
But no one seems to care
All this to me, now don’t You see
None of this seems fair”
But then a flash of light is seen
Slowly it dims away
We see the man fall’n on his face
With nothing more to say
Yet after silence does its work
We hear a gentle call
“My Master and my Holy Lord
Please be my God of all!”
“I’m filthy and I’m naked
I deserve no more than death
But Lord I ask for guidance
All the days that I have breath.”
“Take from me now, this burden
For You alone are stronger than
This lowly worm before you
The worst sinner known to man!”
“Oh Jesus Christ, most perfect,
You died instead of me
You lived a life of shame
How more humble could you be?!”
And now this man is happy
His road is clear and he can see
But the most glorious thing of all
Is that this sad old man was me!
By: Allix Brunson
1 comment:
Wow again! All the poems you have wrote are so good and so scripturely minded!
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