Sinner in Need of Grace
I am definitely not the best poet. But I felt inspired to write a little poem after hearing about Shia LaBeouf’s conversion to Catholicism. When speaking about his conversion, he said:
“And the only way that you give up on knowledge is when all your plans have failed.
And so a lot of people still got a plan, they still got a couple of plans, even though they're in pain, and that's because their pain is mediocre.
And I don't say this in a negative way or with any malice, I wish people profound pain, the kind of pain that allows you to open up to Christ and the love of this religion.”
Anyway, in that vein, I wrote this little poem about repentance and new life.
Lost in the ruinous halls of the mind, Begging for nightfall’s end and sunrise. My plans were set, I thought them sure, I made my own bed, still to lay and not stir. I deserve what is coming. My nerves were set to humming, My heart started thumping, Wondering, will I escape this painful numbing? Painful numbing? Yes, with dulled senses drumming, The path ahead became less and less clear. My footsteps muffled, the way was wont to veer. Away from You, my life’s Source. Away from true, and good, and pure. Why do I choose what causes pain? Why do I step out of cover into the freezing rain? I am done doing things my own way, Done with feeling out of control and astray. Jesus, come, and heal my soul, mind, and heart, Wipe away the scum, and show me the better part. You are the answer to every question, I repent of the unmerited aggression, I claim your Cross and pray for peace, Shouldering what’s mine and letting grace release, Whatever you tell me has to disappear. Jesus, I love you. May my life make this clear. I need You, Lord. I trust in You. A sinner in need of grace, you will bring me through.
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