copyright 1998 Jim Chevallier
CONFESSION
I found the Lord! - Praise the Lord! - He turned me from my sins! -
Praise Him! - Killing, robbing. Worse... - Praise His Name! - And I was healed
- Yes! - And when my parole board saw, they saw that I was changed! -Praise
Jesus! - they saw the Light of his Grace shining on me - Shining BRIGHT,
Lord! - they released me. Praise God in his Heaven, they put me back out on the
street.
And in the street, I did NOT return to my former ways. I walked in His
path and I spoke of His Word and I worked where He willed I work - hauling
garbage, cleansing the sick, preparing the dead - I carried the cross He put on
my shoulder and I bent beneath the weight of its Joy.
And when I saw a child - a little child! - I tried to embrace Him, to hold
Him to me - to hold His Holiness! - I tried to bind his Innocence tome. I cried
for His Grace, but He would not come. He ran from my heart's cry, from the
sanctified craving of my blood, and so I held Him - Yes! - andI squeezed Him -
Yes! - and I would not release Him - no! - in my hunger andmy aching, I held
Him and I hushed Him, and I prayed that He would hear me, still as He was, I
prayed until they came.
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