Psalm

Your voice, like a ringing hammer, pounds against my thoughts.
Your eyes, like molten arrows, pierce the eyes of my heart.
My soul stares back, enthralled by Your terrible beauty.
Your face, as with light greater than day, reveals all I hold within.
How can this be? What glory I see!
Guilt and sorrow finds substance upon my face as knees grow weak.
Naked, I fall broken, scarred, and weary.
No longer can I hide amidst the shadows.
No dark corner nor crevice of my being escapes Your light,
Yet you turn not away from the beast that now kneels before you.
I beg no mercy nor grace, as I have nothing to offer for such treasures.
I pray you, give me death for 'tis all I deserve of thee.
Give thine eyes liberty of me.
Perfection should not have to look upon that which is not.
All grows silent as my words, drowned by their own sound, are lost upon the wind.
Why do you smile upon me, O Glorious One?
What manner of affection could embrace a wretch like me?
Mercy and grace have been bestowed where none ought to be laid.
I beseech thee, my plea is guilty for I am unworthy.
No price but death could be the wages of my sin.
Give to me my rightful justice, but You say the wages have already been paid.
This cannot be, for death should be my own verdict alone.
Your blood has atoned for my wicked debt.
Only love without condition would be such a friend.
You call me Your friend and I comprehend not.
Resurrected, you stand before me holding eternity in thy hands.
I have nothing to give in return for such priceless gifts you offer.
you bid me to take them freely, but this I will not do.
For me You have died, so for You I must live.
I offer what little I have left; these chains, this flesh, my broken spirit.
I am worthless in my own hands for I only destroy.
In Your hands I shall be made new for you shall restore.
This I present unto You, My Saviour, My Comfort, My Father, My God.
Lift me up in arms as I crawl inside Your heart.
I shed all pride and madness.
I lose all hate and sadness.
I gain all hope and gladness.
Pain nevermore. Pain nevermore.
The Bread of Life I shall eat and from Your chalice drink.
Thy love shall sustain me forevermore. Amen.

by  Jutharius

Matt James

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