Disdain Me Not

Disdain me not!
Tho wandering sinner I,
In my dire state,
Do not abhor my cry!

I, a prodigal,
Oppressed within, without,
In cruel despair,
Desire to quench my drought.

For with those,
Who holy precepts keep,
I am not counted,
But for the tears I weep.

Can I offer
A spirit clean and whole?
Nay, but Thou dost love,
The broken sinner's soul.


Taylor said…
Love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Taylor said…
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Taylor said…
ooo the father in my story is deff. a pharisee,....or however you spell it! lol

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