My heart is a drum of war
And my tears are of a mourning love
My face is set like a stance of defense
While still my hands are stained
With the blood of Love and Mercy
And in shock and repentance; I cry to be cleansed
Like a miracle, its scarlets stains
Washed out to be of pure white
Such grace for a renegade had no one
I've known at all; quite like the King of all
For me; He truly is my
Guardian, Creator, Healer, Father
You are the One I need
Lover, Holder, Potter, Artist
When you start a good work; you finish it through
God, Yaweh, I AM, Redeemer
Great is the mercy You have for me
And though I've feared my own spirit
Though I fled from Your Voice;
You are faithful and You keep chasing!
The Holy One; You set me apart for You
And so my soul sings Your praises
My tongue speaks of Your mysteries
My hands will create and my heart will love
My eyes will have a compassionate gaze
My ears will be offered to listen
My words will give to them; mercy
And my arms will embrace
The souls You've sent me to minister to!
For as You are Guardian, Creator, Healer of all
I will be a guardian, creator, healer for Your glory
Let me see what You see
Let me hear what You hear
Let me speak what You speak
Let me go where You lead
For as You are, I want to imitate
And what Image I long to wearis Yours
Lord, O Lord make me more like You
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
