Posted on April 11, 2008
The sting of words,
The pain of strife,
A taste of death,
That spark of life.
The beast within,
The wolves without.
A heart of sin?
That drives us out.
The love of God,
The dreadful deed,
A God of peace,
That met our need.
With grateful heart,
Forgiveness felt,
When at Christ’s feet,
This sinner knelt.
Zuzanna said on April 11, 2008
Gordon
Beautifully written with a fabulous rhyme and nice flow poem!!
I really like this poem.
EXCELLENT JOB!!!
King Regards,
Zuzanna
Francis Meyrick said on April 12, 2008
Good work there, possum!
Anonymous said on April 19, 2008
Brief and lovely. The first two lines of the second stanza captured me, I think, with their epic suggestion of being caught between a rock and a hard place. "The beast within, The wolves without." It hurts to think about. But you round out nicely with a saving message. Beautiful.
James_K._Blaylock said on May 12, 2008
This one is truly wondrous! Awesome first stanza…
jkb