Here is one I wrote a couple days ago. I haven't found the time to post it yet. I don't know just how much I like it but it certianly isn't one of those that I absolutey love it when I get finished with it. It was rather random, I had just finished reading a book (A gown of Spanish Lace.) and I thought up the first stanza totaly out of nowhere, then I got up and wrote the rest.
Sin's Stench
A strange aroma filled the air
as of something going stale
My face though flushed when I entered
was now going very pale
I know not why but fear I felt
a dread that closed up my throat
So tight that I could not breath
and upon my fear I began to dote
That awful stench was lesser now
for so strong it was I had pain
But after time it will all fade
that horrid reek, that hideous stain
From conscience it will go away
the prick I used to fell will fade
The smell that made me writh in disgust
will no more affect me when it's made
So like sin is this at first so strong
when our souls begin to dull
Only God's strong power can reveal the wrong
then repent oh sinner or death will win
The first one seems so hard to do
but after many times caloused we become
The only one who can clean our guilt
is Christ who died for us alone
To help us out of our miery pitt
out of our own demise
Of sin and death and grimmy gritt
to conquer and have a victory
C.A.G. June 30th 2006
poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.
Gerast áskrifandi að:
Birta ummæli (Atom)
2 ummæli:
Kinda cool poem...
By the way, I was calling you compliant. "We" is me. In the plural form. hehe
oh, compliant. It looked like complaint, dexlexsia kicks in again.
Skrifa ummæli