Confession

The weight, the pain, the hate
self destroyed, destruction reaches out
touching those who are close
those who depend upon my love

Worthless, no good, terrible
father, husband, man, person
unseen the lies float
entering the mind, tearing the heart, numbing the soul

Despair, get what you can, live for you
son of Adam, worse than Adam
drowning, dying, no fight left inside
teeth bare, claws there, soul his fare.

In the darkness, light
behind the curtain, grill, screen
a man in the person of Christ
brings the light that makes me clean.

A simple, gentle, grace
yet so powerful
returning the child of God
to his rightful place.

Outstretched hand
drips the blood though unseen
washed in the crimson of the lamb
by the men behind the screen.

Free at last
broken chains
screams of defeat
he’ll be back again

What led to this state
examine it well
when attacks come once more
be prepared, resist the spell

Firm resolve
death rather than sin
die to self
live for Him.

Inexhaustible grace
lies quiet in this place
confession.