by Preena Deepak
5/09/2009 / Poetry
A mind sore, depressed,
Wounded and weary,
Finding no rest.
A heart so heavy,
Burdened with grief,
Lacking in peace.
A soul so tired,
With no will to survive,
Willing to leave.
All these I bring,
To lay at your Feet,
Having no strength.
A memory so full,
Of things good and bad,
I lay here too.
A body too worn,
By stressful days and nights,
Lies by your Feet.
Look down O Lord,
In your mercy and love,
Look down on me.
I have not the Alabaster,
To adorn your Feet,
As Mary did.
I have but the tears,
All full of woe,
And hands that crave your Feet.
Touch and revive me,
Fill me with power,
Lord I wait.
For at your Feet,
Your nail pierced Feet,
My mind, heart and soul are healed.
Strength to go on,
Refreshed and renewed,
I rise from your Feet.
Heartfelt expressions of my faith in Jesus Christ shaped into poetry and filled my world. Read more in
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