Am I a modern day Pharisee- a white washed tomb, consumed by knowledge that I have forgotten to love? Or am I Hosea's wife, caressing an adultress world satisfying lust and greed? There's a deep thirst that's unquenchable Even the best things in the world seems to miss. Ah! All is vanity under the sun. Passing by wounded lives, unmoved, Whatever happened to the child who would break at the sight of hate. Why am I changing to look like the world compromised and cold? A deep cry, a raging storm with a beautiful mask How I wish one can look deep within You promised you can My heart longs for You my Saviour Rescue me before my heart grows cold You said even in my abundant sin your grace would abound You promised to rescue me even if I make my bed in hell. And Yes You did, You found me. Even though I run far away from You. You relentlessly pursue me My wounded heart screams vengeance But then Your sweet Spirit reminds ...
Honest expressions of life experience.