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I feel Him set His eyes towards me
Offering the safety of His wings.
He holds the truth that shall set free;
My sinful heart rejects these things.
He comes to sweep this temple clean~
Create in me a house of prayer.
Wanting to purge what comes between,
My sinful heart seems not to care.
I eat the bread and drink the wine;
I sense the sin I can’t deny.
The kiss upon His cheek is mine;
My sinful heart shouts, “Crucify!”
Upon the cross, I see His tear;
His agony no one relieves.
Our eyes meet, and I see so clear;
My sinful heart weeps and believes.
Outside the tomb I sit and cry;
Emotions fill me to the brim.
He is not here! He did not die!
My sinful heart belongs to Him!
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~ Day 17 ~
Poetry: © Skye Alexander, 2014, All Rights Reserved
Photography: © Skye Alexander, 2014, All Rights Reserved
My first year writing for NaPoWriMo:
Day 1 – April Showers
Day 2 – Through the Hourglass
Day 3 – If I Reveal
Day 4 – A Maiden’s Dream
Day 5 – The Harps Still Play
Day 6 – The Composer
Day 7 – Serendipity
Day 8 – Transparency
Day 9 – Restored
Day 10 – Bring Forth My Spring
Day 11 – Different
Day 12 – A Lighthouse
Day 13 – Hosanna!
Day 14 – C’est la vie
Day 15 – Letting Go
Day 16 – Daydreams