Lord… We, Your lambs, are prone to wandering Forsaking our fathers’ teaching Turning back to our ways of wickedness Fleeing Your staff…shutting out Your voice Relying on our own wisdom, our vague and clouded understanding Making naught all You’ve done for us… Choosing to forget Your Word, and live life outside of Your Grace We are undeserving Of Your right, tender mercies… And to think that You, the Shepherd, the Master, Would become the Sacrificial Lamb to atone for all sins Laying down Your life that WE may have life, and in abundance How ungrateful are we…to turn away so foolishly Giving in to the world, to its ways Allowing sin to indwell…to corrupt…to destroy Lord Jesus, the God Who became flesh Reigning eternally; There is no other There was a time when I thought profanity witless Fool’s talk…barren words Utterances of the feeble, those with pale intellect My how my own speech has changed… Take this tongue, dear Father in heaven Girdle it; Teach me how to tame it Let my understanding be found on Your Truth My speech and my everything be modeled after You In Your most precious Name, Jesus, I pray these things. Amen and Amen. “Stream-of-thought… Incomplete, disjointed.” Christopher D. Jacobson August 11, 2009 Note: Two pieces, unfinished, loosely connected. No real title... More jumbled thoughts. An oddity. Honest confessions. One of my favorites. Copyright © 2009 Christopher D. Jacobson Home