Salvation
by Allen Scovil

To purge the shameful things within my heart,
the heavy, dark'ning drapes I seize and part,
and see the enshadowed sins within that rest
upon my sick'ning soul. I now confess

That I have turned away from from what God said,
and gone the way that my poor heart has led.
Upon that path I travelled until lost;
I dare not think of what my trist has cost.

I yearn, O Lord, to see thy mighty crown,
that all my wayward thoughts may be cast down,
the vicious thorns that cut into and bled,
to free my fallen mind, my burdened head.

Oh God, thy loving pain on tree did bear,
that I unknowing gave without a care.
May I take up thy sacred cross and be,
in some small part, a man like unto thee,

and join thy table for a glass of wine,
of gloried grapes, an ancient vintage fine.
Do grant to me the unleavened loaf of grain,
of wheat that once was dead and rose again.

And when I pass into thy kingdom come,
my chores of life all distant, past and done,
I'll take thy strong and piercd hand in mine
and walk with thee past all the days of time.

Allen Scovil has been writing as a hobby since 2003, struggling to learn to tell the story that God has put on his heart.
(c) 2008

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