Timothy Poetry 4 Comments


I heave the cross of Life
Upon my failing back
The burden — heavy, the frame — it hurts,
Yet there’s sweetness in the pain.

For would I not forsake
My pleasure and my sin;
And would I not deny my lusts
by nailing them to the tree,
There’d be no hope for me,
No chance that I would see.

Yet as I nail my sinful self
And all that dwells within
I learn to live, and love, and see
The One who’s set me free.

The lusts again do surface
And darken once-bright eyes
I lose my vigor and my love
Then live within a guise;

And yet my Savior knows me;
He speaks right to my need,
“Not bread, not dreams, nor pleasures seek,
But on the Scriptures feed”

And as each day I learn to live
By Bread that’s from above
The Lord will ever mercy give,
And lead me by His love.

“Jesus said to them, “I am the bread of life;
he who comes to Me will not hunger,
and he who believes in Me will never thirst.”
-John 6:35

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