To worship you upon this dust
Admidst this earth of rust and lust
Surrounded by scoffers and such
I still choose to lift
To lift you up
The doubt doth run
And is all about
pouncing down the bitter route
Their hearts turn stone
They curse and shout
But I'm in awe of you
As you draw me out
And even though
Some hate your name
You still go after the one
As the ninety-nine stay
O what more shall I do
To bless you my Father
Beauty you crown me
As you claim me your daughter
Hephzibah you call
As I dance at your feet
"My delight is in her!"
you sing through the street
No longer desolate
You call me sought after
I'm in love with you, Jesus
You're my joy and my laughter
I don't understand
How they could not see
The love that you have
To give us so free
I pray that they come
To know you like I
A strong lover for all
Who laid down His life
Author notes
'When they saw Him, they worshipped him; but some doubted.'
(NKJV Matthew 28:17)
A contest entry
- Afterward by Red Rocket.
300 points, ended December 5, 2006, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
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WONDERFUL COMMENT!!!!!!!!!!
CONGRATULATIONS!!! on winning the silver. Your poem was a pleasure to read. A wonderful write. You take care, Sandy
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"Hephzibah" - my delight
I recognized the word from a book I read. To have the strong arm of God around you is better than comfort. You have written with mind, heart, and soul spinning in God's glory.
Thank you for noting your choice of scripture and for entering.
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