Sunday Bench

Sunday Bench

A Poem by Philip S.

What name calls peace
to my heart?
Whom do I seek
For that peace of the soul?
I hinge mutter on my lips
As life comes learning-
a voice upon the sadness
A voice upon my mind.

Paul said it.
Tormenting self accusal-
But He
But God
Please send and sends angels
To touch the shoulder of man
Strengthing hearts
To do what they can.

I do, but don't yet know true love
my face, my lips -
speak to the sand
As waves of soul-peace
Remind me
Mercy is at hand.

One new day
No love lost
(though myself Not God
Condemned)

Thank you Lord -
For the price
Of my sins.

Freedom though free
A failed standard of glory
Hurts
A law of mercy-
So difficult to under
stand

I know nothing!
(apart from you...)
And with you
(you forever with me)
Still
I know nothing.
Yet you - understand.

Oh this life you give
(Rain and seasons end)
Comes with love
Joy
Help me -
Enjoy each moment
Every second


Your price, oh King!
How can we ever sing?
Glory!
To you!

Jesus, Our God.

© 2012 Philip S.


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Added on August 19, 2012
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