I wrote this last week, just decided to put it up here. I've been trying to switch over to structured poetry, with consistent meter and some sort of rhyme, which for me at this point, is confining, but hopefully, with practice, it will become more natural.
The Hymn of the Sojourner (Weak and Weary Sinner)
Weak and weary sinner,
tired and burdened down,
guilt is weighing heavy on your brow;
law demands perfection.
You just failed again.
Strivings are in vain - you just can't win.
People all around you,
wielding swords of sin,
piercing to the deepest part within.
Sorrows are unnumbered,
tears long dried away,
none to ease the pain that now holds sway.
Faith now seems so small, you
cannot see ahead.
Providence, a myst'ry left unsaid.
Where is there relief for
weary souls to find?
Oh God - heal broken souls and evil bind.
On a hill, in darkness,
there His body hangs,
Maker of the world your death to pay.
Love, so vast, so deep, He's
giving all it costs
to save His own from pain, from tears, from loss.
Sinful hearts forgiven -
here is not our home.
Father calling gently, "Come, My own.
Few more days to suffer;
sin shall then be gone.
Till then, beloved, loved one, keep on."