Structured bone, built in stone, I will never brake.
Take, take the pain Lord, and take the sinful strain.
Cosmetic illusion wrapped up tight like wind, sail, and flight.
Darkness without light, to be born a new, to receive light and new sight.
To fall away, to come to, to fall astray, and be made new.
Live in me, a new anatomy, a break through in life.
Free from envy, free from strife. Like a knife sharpened ready to cut,
Like a spear and shear, ready for new clothing, gone with the appearance
of fear and loathing.
And take the devil by his horns and cut him from my flesh, wrapped and bound
His whispered tempting sound screeches from my past.
A last and last, my depression a blessing, my affliction a refinement.
Raiment for atonement of what I was programmed to do.
My new structure built up in stone of the Rock, my lungs filled with life, not any
longer but short is the time of the world DNA, ready already started to decay.
Where moth and rust destroy. And He will deploy at once a wound with his bite,
and his mane black will stain the nerves, a fear, but a sweet savored prayer induced
chain reaction to the perfect fragrance of tears in the air, and the Dove will not be silent.
But let mercy come and request found in Him. The guiltless advocate I lean on so dear,
but one thing I fear and dread and mope is that this world would cast away such great a
hope, but what written in stone will break the bone, even a mile stone in the sea, but to me I see, with my eyes wide open, a people poor in spirit, the angels singing beatitudes
to the multitudes, but they cant don’t want to hear it. A make up of chemical reactions,
and power plants, to become burning coal, smog and fog in this atmosphere, a man without the fear of the Lord. Like a hand on the hilt of a sword, and next breath taken. Swiftly in the appearing of our Lord and Savior in glory and in power, and know no one the hour, but hear desires fulfilled then, free from sin, faithful again. And His name is wonderful and His library priceless and dear, that His degree in anatomy, creations salvation would bless me with grace’s long awaited anatomy.
Author notes
thank you for the this Jesus. You love guides my fingers and tounge.
A contest entry
- Give me your best! by BabyBun.
450 points, ended May 8, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
anything!
Comments
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Wow - inspired
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All I can say is
Love you, bro.


