Born Out Of Struggle
Please have mercy on me O Lord,
Do not let my words be ignored;
My body wastes away in grief,
Being dismayed in my belief.
My life exhausted in sorrow,
For it seems like no tomorrow;
All of my groaning through the years,
Just leaves my weary eyes in tears.
My strength staggers under the guilt,
Such weight burdens me that it built;
Causing my bones to waste away,
Continuing to go astray.
For I have become a disgrace,
And even cannot show my face;
Since my foes are everywhere,
And no one seems to even care.
I am someone my neighbors dread,
Some of them wishing I was dead;
From their memory fade away,
That at my home no longer stay.
Teach me what I need to be taught,
And show to me what I have sought;
Terror striking both far and wide,
My fears accumulate inside.
They are making plans against me,
Plotting to take my life I see;
Lord, teach me in building my trust,
For I know you are fair and just.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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