John Garth Raubenheimer

(21/12/1947 / Johannesburg)

Surrendering My Strongholds


Holy Jesus,
living Christ,
I bring
these tainted
visions to

You. Daymares.
Voices. Wicked
- or effluent
of a
fractured mind?
Temptations

keyed snug
right where
I'm prone...
apple to
the worm.
I bring
them to
Your immovable,

Your invincible

Cross. You

welcome,
take them
to You.

Your hands
impaled,
it's Your
heart that
holds

these vaunting
strongholds
- castles I
surrender...
With such
flagrant, fearful
pride.

Submitted: Wednesday, June 05, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 22, 2014

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It might help you to know that I'm fighting schizophrenic delusions of grandeur.

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