Monday, May 7, 2012
Who am I that you are mindful of me? That you hear me when I call?
Who am I that you think of me? That my love is enough?
Who am I, that you love me so?
A sinner - doubtless, the worst of men - fallen 'low the dust of the earth. A wretch and a outcast - wayward and broken.
Who am I, that you took me in?
Who am I that you redeemed me?
Killed you in my heart again and again; why do you keep coming back?
Who are you that you keep reappearing?
Who are you that I can't get away?
Piercing, tearing, you enter in; my best defenses fall 'fore your steps.
I cannot hide; never wanted to...
Who am I that you think of me?
Who are you that you love me?
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ReplyDeleteOkay, new at this commenting stuff, and Blogger frustrates me. Oh, who am I kidding -- I'm a tech-not! But.
ReplyDeleteWanted to say that this poem is beautiful, and your background is visually perfect for it. Awesome.
I actually stopped by to tell you that I mentioned you and your blog on my blog today. I had permission from your Mom to use your name, but I'll take it down if you want.
Best to you, as always!
Deb