World is changing more and more selfish. Everything, the love of a mother, is becoming a commodity of commercialism. It leads to more depression and despair.
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Come O God, to wake me up
And warm me up in this summer
I’m cold and chill in a sinful cup
Who will save this sinner?
It’s hot outside and the sun is bright
Thy grace makes all in cheers
But dark and cold my heart is tight
Still keeping me in tears.
My ears are deaf to hear Thy chimes
That the winds in nature bring
My heart is hard to feel thy rhymes
That Thy creatures in nature sing.
When will my winter end for me?
And open my eyes to see Thy feast
That I can see a sprout of leaf
With a little shade of green at least?
Why this darkness only in me
Barring me from Thy love and peace
Black outside or I can’t see
Or pride has plucked my inner eyes?
Bathe me Lord in thy graceful sun
And make me warm to move about,
My boredom bed brings only sin
Break every fetter and free me out
Numb and cold here still I lay
My life in darkened sin, no doubt.
Closing my eyes I roll over
My lazy pleasure stops going out.
Throw me out of this selfish den
Here everything is commodity
No life of mercy and no concern
“All for me and ME only”.
Burn me in Thy hottest sun
And char my pride and selfishness
Bake and burn me beneath my skin
Remake my heart with Thy kindness.
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