Confession of Faith

dissension clamours within my heart stilling Love's attempt to impart Grace, Peace, Love to my life and yet it's feigned remorse stinging my eyes wet if Hope did dwell within my heart i have no grasp of it for i do glorify myself well that

how i did fall by mistaking sin for worth sight cast downwards sees feet heavily laden with guilt on earth i stumble onwards aimlessly clutching on Truth or is it falsity but where am i when all is gone longing eternal or beneath the man na

Sallow Husk i've dealt my life these burdens that cling with grasp renewed that stammer 'round my virtue like a hunted dog pursued ravaged and left for dead see it lay there still so underneath a crooked tree a clearing there ahead i

consider then there is no purpose as oblivion hammers out its name on this world as on all things if static our lives we end with no claim to the One who is and preceded the One who was and forever God of what use is breath when the mantle

Halfmast all things fade away and leave me longing so much more than i have to give Love unfurled half mast as in twain the wood snaps down crumbles Love so i stamp on her lichen to the ground now i feel so proud what seems to handle hard

Lot what tastes so foul i see upon me gaping a hole the size of my soul that is no longer in tune it sets like the moon down under the world down under the Hope of anything more than this life stand firm Love when the horror comes when d

Motion Still what device does time instill that strengthens my deadened will or is it just that it is time and i the chooser of the rhyme that chooses coarse till the end of Truth that seems a feeble trend that harkens to mine ear so shril

all hail Love as we tear her down to where every longing is what we laid out in front and ravished her there thinking not whilst our lives were cut severed as a new babe that is shorn from its cord defenseless it weeps as air stings lungs yet

if it taints against the reign of what use is that to me if the thread tears beneath the weight is there more silk to wind it together but look at all the length of twine in heaps at our feet if the thread is our life must we not look to the l

i think i'll hazard a guess that we're as feeble as a cur, the land seeks to destroy where is the sinner who dares to call any transgression small be appalled my faint heart at the sight when my sin eclipses the light do we sincerely think we