I am the beggar
I am the king
I tie up the noose
From which I swing

I am the meek
I am the whore
Provisioned beyond need
Grovelling for more

I reach out humbled
I wall up with pride
Necessarily naked
Attempting to hide

I praise my God
I curse my soul
Floored by grace
Ignoring my role

Quietly feeling entitled
Crying out in despair
My actions serrated edges
Cutting bonds and bones beyond repair

Where am I going?

Come deepest thoughts
And deepest falls
Let it all mix in

Our blood bears both
True saints’ patience and sinners’ sin


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s