PrayerA Poem by GoldenOneReligious poem describing guilt and restoration.
I'm sorry.
I'm embarrassed to say it again; like the guilty child who is torn between telling the truth and seeing your face or knowing the truth and hiding his own. But the idea of staying alone scares me more than any punishment you could inflict; except possibly the thought of disappointing you. So I come, with my failures, my battle scars, and my tangled chains, asking for hope. Wrap me up in your big dad arms. Tell me one more time that I am free. Claim me one more time as your own. and knock me to my knees with your grace. Remind me tonight, tomorrow, next week, and for all eternity that who I am is not bound up in who I date, where I go, or how I think. I am your own girl, I am bought with a price, I am redeemed, I am whole, and I am loved. I am walking down the aisle of my own personal history, dressed in crisp lace, adorned in white blossoms, with the vision of your sweet, enduring face in front of me, and I love you. © 2011 GoldenOneReviews
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StatsAuthorGoldenOneAthens, GAAboutI am a sophomore at the University of Georgia, studying math and physics. more..Writing
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