I Cried
I
Cried
“Mercy!”
I cried – did pity implore;
Relief
from the score,
From
the due outpour
Of
flames on my poor
Black
soul. To the core
I
burned. Pled “Mercy!
And more-”
“Cure
me!” I cried – for
healing did plead;
My
soul’s desperate need
To
heal and be freed
From
the bitter weed
And
it’s fruits of greed
And
pride. Begged “Cure
me! And heed-”
“Save
me!” I cried – did
beg for release;
For
my sin to cease
And
faith to increase;
Freedom
from the beast
In
my heart; for peace
And
hope. Asked “Save me!
And please-”
“Purpose!”
I cried – did ask for a goal
Into
which my soul
To
fill up the hole
In
my heart, ‘till full
It
was. Hoped “Purpose!
And whole-”
“Friendship!”
I cried – did hope for a friend
That
mercy might send
Who
wouldn’t pretend
To
care. Nor would bend
When
near drew the end
Of
life. Cried “Friendship!
A friend . . .”
So
much I cried, yet crying received:
The
canker which grieved
My
heart was relieved;
A
purpose bequeathed
On
me. I received
A
friend. I cried and believed.
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Awwwww *hugs* This poem threw me for a loop at first. I had envisioned the tears as being of grief or a similar emotion; I hadn't anticipated relief. :D
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