LAME AS ME

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My Lord gazes profoundly, a hue of tenderness,          
Usually our glances penetrate each other, I deeply gulp. 
But this day, shame dwarfs my uncanniness,
So that I come reluctant as a dirge
I come anyways Lord, lame as me. 

I might be filthy, swarmed in grit, 
I might be distraught, burdened with regret,
I might be violent, me judging me. 
For not breaking the bad, but could I ?
I come anyways Lord, lame as me. 

Didn't you promise, where sin increases,
Your grace does too, your highness? Rm 5:20
You have the means to unlock these chains,
And free the sinner, burdened by pain. 
 So I come anyways Lord, lame as me. 

For to whom else shall I go?
You have the message of eternal life. Jn 6:68 


Sr. Esther Koros OSF
0726179789 
 

Comments

  1. Anonymous3 February 2024 at 22:05

    Yes ooh. It is Only in God shall our help come from. Well done Sr Esther

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    1. Sr Rita Onah3 February 2024 at 22:08

      Yes ooh. It is only in God we move and live, He alone has the message of eternal life. Well done Sr Esther

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    2. Anonymous14 February 2024 at 17:02

      Wonderfully oh Essy, get great mercy from He,great mind detected here

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  2. Anonymous4 February 2024 at 06:57

    To God only

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  3. Anonymous4 February 2024 at 10:15

    Yeah!! God accepts us in the way we are and forgives us of our many sins

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  4. Anonymous4 February 2024 at 20:19

    Yes, sure God accepts us again n again,no matter how. 👌

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  5. Anonymous8 February 2024 at 11:08

    Well done Sr. Esther.

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