Cross Shaped of An Imperfect Heart

On the ninth day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2020, the optional prompt is to “write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem.”  I have never done or tried to do this before.  What makes this worse is that I don’t really know how to do anything but guesstimate the graphing of this so that it lays out correctly.  In handwritten form it works.  We’ll see…  In that Easter is this Sunday…

Water Edge Town - New Life Christian Fellowship - Draped Cross

Cross Shaped of An Imperfect Heart
by Michael Doyle

                Oh, how I long to see
                The Lord in His mystery
                Wonder what He would say
                As I stood so humbly
                My eyes on all the Holy
                Hoping He might know me
                Standing there prayerfully 
Would He forgive my many mistakes I have made along the way
With all my broken promises in all the tragic things I say
Worse still are the dreadful things that I know that I've done
Though I earnestly pledged my love and loyalty to the Holy Son
               Faithful in all of His ways 
               To me in all of my many days
               Loving has He always been
	       To me, despite all of my sin
               Forever in my true gratitude
               For giving me needed latitude
               And dwelling in my weak soul
               Despite my heart losing control
               Sinful man since Eden's falling
               Nature of man to deny His calling
               Resting in His comfort and grace
               This Easter I feel His embrace
               As He hung upon a craven cross
               Dying so that I might yet live

(c) April 9, 2020  Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved

Freedom Gospel Church - In the Corner of the Cross

 

 

 

 

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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