Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Beatitudes: Mourning

Guilt slinks, cowers from
Blows that don't ever come.
But Mournings come, and guilt transforms;
Weeping, I am newly born -
Born again in righteousness,
yet still I sin, and still transgress
by leaps and bounds the holy law.
I hate my sin: the fatal flaw
I share with all humanity.
My weeping swells - why can't I flee
When given opportunity?

So here I weep, my Jesus comes
And wipes my tears, and takes me home.

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