GloryA Poem by sinNsincerityTurn my glory into shame. The foolish will not stand in my sight, but I’m standing in their shooting range. I sin and I’m very weary with my groaning. All the night, I make my bed to swim. But I water my couch with my tears. My heart and soul are consumed because of grief, fear, and love. All of this makes me up. Asking: Please save me from all those that persecute and deliver me. If not, allow them to tear my soul like a lion. Rending it pieces, while there is none to deliver. If I had done this, if there be iniquity in my hands, if I had rewarded evil unto those that are at peace with me, then yes, I have delivered them without a cause as my enemy. Allow my enemy to persecute my soul and take it whole if I can’t be forgiven. Let them tread down my life upon the earth and lay my honor in the dust. The Lord will come to judge the people. To judge me according to my integrity inside of me. Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end. Preparing myself with the instruments of death. Making a pit that I have dug and then falling into the ditch which I have made. My mischief shall return upon my own head and my violent dealings shall come down upon my own pate… © 2018 sinNsincerityAuthor's Note
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