These memories oppressing me
I prayed that You’d erase
Impulsive thoughts I cannot stop
I wish I could replace
Your standard is my standard too
It’s Your ways I embrace
But everyday I’m falling short
I’m just not keeping pace
I haven’t earned Your blessings, Lord
I’m such a wasted case
I don’t deserve to dwell with You
Or look upon Your face
I’ve read, “I know My plans for you”
That scripture is my base
The mustard seed of faith I have
Says, You will always chase
I’m chief among the sinners, God
Within the human race
My hope is You will bless me with
Your ever-loving grace
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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