Poetry: 'Demorepublicratican', 'Transformed'
Published: Friday, July 6, 2012 at 8:23 p.m.
Last Modified: Friday, July 6, 2012 at 8:23 p.m.
Some day our politicians
Will work together
Welfare of our country
They will not
Accept each other's
They will not steal the
Good ideas of the
Claim them as their
And then say
When the other side says
That idea's cool.
Someday, they will say
The welfare of America
Means I will do my
For the people.
Even if it makes me a
I was terrified, Lord Jesus
I was leaning on my power and feeling so inadequate
Stumbling in my tracks, Lord Jesus
I pitched downward on my face
Tasting the bitter, pungent dirt
Then I realized I was lost
And screamed for guidance from above to ease my hurt
But it just got worse, Lord Jesus
For I hadn't given over all my sins and all my fears
I was strangling, Lord Jesus
Gasping and writhing in the dust
Drowning in my copious tears
‘till near death, I finally died
To self as desperation overcame my fears
Then I felt Your power thrust through me
My heart was free, Lord Jesus
I would never be the same again
I know, my friend, Lord Jesus
You have placed Your Holy Spirit in me
He'll never depart
In Him, I'll help set the captives free
To liberty, Lord Jesus
Then our praise will cover land and sea
Eternally, Lord Jesus
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