Nov 29
Mercy
Posted on Thursday, November 29, 2007 in Poetry
I wait for you to pass through
Poor and needy I call out to you
Oh Lord, don’t pass me by
“Abba, Father!”, please hear my cry
“Quiet!” They say
And they cast me away
The Master is too busy for you
He has far more important things to do
But if I do not shout
Then the rocks will cry out
I was made to worship you
Not these idols I’ve held onto
I have nothing to offer you
Just a heart that is broken and bruised
My only hope is now drawing near…
Tell me at last, before you do pass
Will you come and meet with me?
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