by Donal Mahoney
Long ago Christ bled from every pore,
died on the cross, rose for all,
too few of whom now seem to care.
He died for what I'm doing now
and for what I've done before
and for what I'll do again unless
I drown in a flood of grace,
a flood more terrifying than
the one that Noah faced
from the safety of his ark.
I do believe--but I don't behave.
I need to drown in a flood of grace.
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I've always loved Donal's poems, and I really like this one. I think it really is a common theme, everyone's felt this at least once in their walk with God (should they have one) - I believe.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to thank you for your comment. I honestly didn't know if an editor would take a poem with this theme in 2013. It's a theme that has been with me throughout my life. Have only begun to think about it seriously now. I guess it amounts to "walking the talk."
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