Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Shattered Shards

Shattered shards
of virtue lost
immeasurable cost.
Begging for mercy
deliverance send
Oh obstinate will
thou unwelcome friend.
Breath of God
northeastern wind;
the crest of the hill of my sin.
With roaring, roll
push into my soul
blowing it clean
of debris unseen
lying cluttered on the floor of my faith.

'Return to me,'  declares the Lord Almighty,
'and I will return to you.'
Zechariah 1:3