Sustain in me a willing spirit.
I've asked for the
joy
so many times,
But it's only gone when
the spirit is unwilling
and I exit salvation to
my own shame,
so many times,
But it's only gone when
the spirit is unwilling
and I exit salvation to
my own shame,
and pain.
What is this
indulgence
in degradation?
Why must I not
delight
in the fruits of
cleanliness,
honest study of
truth and
its symbiotic
counterpart;
love, from which it
will not be prised?
So for the sake of
the joy
of walking in
salvific truth
and with the
endless reserves
of the love with
which
I was bought and
freed,
grant in me a
willing
and generous spirit
that my steps may
bring you joy.
A poetic reflection on Psalm 51:12 written 30/05/12. Please listen to my spoken word and musical interpretation: (also please excuse the poor timing on the guitars at points)
Nice one! Like the music. Should the verb "pried" actually be "prised"?
ReplyDeleteYes, yes it should, thanks pa... chaging it now!
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