Forgive Me My Trespasses And Take Me To Your Glory.
Time is a wheel on which I am hopelessly stuck,
This wheel grinds my dreams into ashes and dust.
With great ease it seems our dreams are destroyed,
Yet their destruction within us leaves an infinite void.
A veil woven from sorrow and loss has been placed over my eyes,
A shroud soaked through with the tears I have cried
It is a curtain that has hid Gods face from me,
Where confusion has reigned, and I have been unable to see.
Let us judge less harshly all who we perceive,
A straight line their life does not weave.
We all see through the glass darkly,
Where things are hazy and not seen sharply.
In life when God's face is hidden,
Even when his presence has been bidden,
Let us remember that even to his holy son,
God was unseen for a season, until his hidden purpose was done.
It was spoken that we also a cross would take up,
That at the table of suffering we would also sup.
Perhaps this is the way we all must go,
Before we see the dawn of eternal glory's glow.
The caterpillar must be entombed in a cocoon of death,
Before the butterfly can rise and take its first breath.
I must not see my sin and sorrow as the end,
But the cocoon of transformation from which I will be born again.
At my death I pray this curtain of suffering may be rent,
That God's true presence unto me may be sent.
This season of darkness having been fulfilled,
I hope to find peace and have my restless soul stilled.
I hope God will wipe the tears from my face,
Welcoming me into eternity with his loving grace.