Glorious

My soul weighs heavy
with anguish
My spirit cowers
in grief
My pride
My thoughts
My words
My deeds
My sins
torment me
Nailed to the Cross?
Faith and hope -
fragile threads
to which I cling
are frayed by doubt
by guilt
I am adrift
my head bowed
low
my palms flat
to the floor
No more tears
none left
for this sorrow
yet I hear the plaintive pleas
of my own heart
Nailed to the Cross?
May it be reality
in me!
May Your life
bud in me
bloom in me
bear fruit in me
For there is
grace enough
to forgive
and redemption
for my soul
nailed to the Cross.