Crumbling Clay Poem by Esther McCallister
Crumbling Clay
Please look not to me for aid
I too am made of clay
And thus like any slave must also have my debt repaid
My Sentence I can never bear
And though like Cain my works present
Might my LORD and Savior HIS wounded side consent
And cause me there Repent
If not draw me ever closer to the Cross till this my vain life be spent
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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