Mending

This is a poem I wrote based on these two Psalm 51

Psalms 51

I am broken.

I have fallen to pieces.

I am beyond mending.

I am hurt.

I have become wounded.

I am terribly bruised.

You see I am David.

A man after God’s own heart

So, I thought.

There is no doubt that I love God.

But yet how weak my love

How weak my flesh

It started with a look.

Then a touch

Then the deed was done

It started with a thought.

Then a plan

Another deed is done.

Now I am coming undone.

Where is my song?

My harp fails me.

I am lonely.

I cannot sleep.

My mind filled with anxious thoughts.

This will go away.

It will soon pass.

But yet it lingers.

The prophet is here.

He comes unannounced.

Does he know?

Oh, it’s not about me.

A cruel deed has been done.

An injustice I must correct.

A Poor man with only one lamb

Injustice can be cruel.

Him I will rightly defend.

Repay, repay, repay.

Restore what was lost.

Condemn the vile offender!

You are the man the prophet says.

This crime is yours

Now how do you judge?

I am that man.

One of God’s lambs I did take.

Have mercy on me!

I want mercy.

Earlier I had none to give.

But now I am that vile offender.

Wash me clean.

Renew my heart.

Give me back my joy.

You see I am broken.

My life Lord please start to mend.

That I may rejoice and teach others not to sin

Restore me back to the place where I was before.

My life will you once again use.

I ask this counting on one great truth.

That a broken and contrite heart, oh Lord, you will not refuse!

Pastor Robby