Another feeble attempt at poetry. Don't make fun! I'm just trying to exercise the right (read: creative) side of my brain, and express my heart as well. I've been dwelling on Psalm 23:3 this week. It's rich.
He Restores My Soul
by Chad Sparks
My soul, you need restoring!
He Restores My Soul
by Chad Sparks
My soul, you need restoring!
My life is dry, forlorn.
The thought of mere enduring
The “re-” in restoration
Says something once was fresh,
Alive with foliation;
A vibrant, healthy flesh.
But now my leaves have fallen,
My skin is pale and cracked.
My sin like ragweed pollen
Has now my soul ransacked.
Do I possess the power
To change this weary soul;
Rise up like Babel’s tower
And wrest from God control?
No! I stand as helpless.
Frustration is my cell.
Useless, conquered, feckless,
Regardless of my straining,
No matter how I try,
There waits beyond my feigning
A higher Rock than I.
He is Righteous Creator!
Incomprehensible!
How can he love this traitor?
I’m indefensible.
His Grace is my salvation
Oh how I love him so!
Beyond justification
He now restores my soul!
By grace I was forgiven;
New birth from spirit death.
By grace I am now given
New thirst, new strength, new breath!
My Shepherd is my rescue!
He stands me on my feet
So I can eat green fescue
And find delight replete!
And find delight replete!
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