Daring
God, I relent
I love you
And I need you
Need your peace
I don’t know how to earn it
My ego efforts garnered
Wrath instead
But simply, keenly through me
I am exhausted
Sin and ranting about sin
Dreams of persecution
Ides of March
The statue of Pompey waits
For blood to paint the base
For all the darkness
Turn to judgment day
Wake me, Lord
Rather to a better day
A day with light that’s blue and real
Showing me another way
An approved sun
Love increased by
The breastplate that’s
Around, above, below, behind
Love can do that
Invade like an unrelenting force
Or withstand a worldly storm
It can come unbidden, unrelenting
But I’m asking
C L Couch
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Saint Patrick’s Breastplate, a Prayer of Protection, also known as The Deer’s Cry, The Lorica of Saint Patrick or Saint Patrick’s Hymn, is a lorica whose original Old Irish lyrics were traditionally attributed to Saint Patrick during his Irish ministry in the 5th century. In 1889 it was adapted into the hymn I Bind Unto Myself Today. A number of other adaptions have been made.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Patrick%27s_Breastplate
September 27, 2019 at 12:02 am
I very much felt this one Christopher. Desperation and humbleness. And I have to say I hope you are in a kinder place and that I can in my own way relate with the words you wrote too. Keep well.
September 27, 2019 at 7:34 pm
I’m glad you can relate, thank you. A life of faith, or life anyway, goes up and down. I know you know that. Faith itself doesn’t vary, though it can be a challenge to keep this mind. And to live it. I hope you’re really well, Amanda. Again, thank you.
September 30, 2019 at 4:33 pm
Hi again Christopher. I’m doing much better thanks. I hope you’re well these days as well. I’ve got a part time job, first regularly scheduled job I’ve had in a very long time. I’m
Working at Banana Republic. A shift every second day. So excited to start that venture.
You’re right about faith never changing, but that life isn’t always easy despite. Hope it’s been better for you.