Failure
Psalm 130:3
3 If you, O Lord, were to keep track of sins,
O Lord, who could stand before you?
Aftermath of desire … fulfilled for a moment
Destruction magnified as hate celebrates
Ruins in a heap … guilt without atonement
Feelings turning petrified for someone else to blame
Once a raging fire … now a washed up pile
Lost imagination ready to kill oneself
Swimming in the mire … for just a little while
Then instill the courage that all will be well
To heal wounds of guilt … does not take too long
We’ll use the balm of compromise to the utmost
The grace we’d spilled … now in uncertainty, we belong
and our witness folk despise … for it lacks the Holy Ghost
Jan Wienen