As the pages of my of my life unfold as I journey thru time.
Temptation has enveloped me like a fog on several occasions.
I have allowed my carnal weakness to influence my blame of forsakenness.
I have been in the presence of my Sheppard on several occasions yet confession has not influenced me to repent.
I am unworthy.
The dark side has bragged I am theirs.
As I stand at the threshold of spiritual suicide I am reminded of my Sheppard’s willing sacrifice.
I am Unworthy.
Even as I am ashamed to utter his name his love continues to cleanse me as rain to the earth.
I am Unworthy.
To dream of gaining his favor while time still roams on this rock.
He has not judged me for my neglect but encouraged me thru his friendship.
I am Unworthy.
To hope for the glory of his love.
Instead I should be thankful to live in the agony of the fire, than to be destroyed forever.
I am Unworthy.
That he calls me friend.
That his love extends to such a wayward lamb.
My soul aches from the embarrassment of not choosing to rise instead I continually fall.
I am Unworthy.
To partake of his life, love, and chance of eternal joy.
However, my thoughts are not his thoughts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem