~The Sorrow of Being Alone~
Linda Jackson
The weight of a dream
I woke with crying eyes
The result of sin, someone leaving me
The oppression, wanting to die
then a thought so strange came
As I sat on the side of my bed
A thought of how does one weigh all the sins on
my Savior’s head
The works of the flesh began to cover You
A garment of sin
You became what I had done
Countless others to come
Adultery, a capital “A” to wear
Marriages torn apart by those who don’t care
Sexual sin, the pressure on You begins
The list goes on and on
When will the burden end
How heavy are the unclean acts of the fallen
Their evil deeds are desires of their hearts
They increase until shame is gone
Easier to worship and trust in the w o r l d
they see
This painful load nailed
to a tree
The darkness of demons, witchcraft and drugs
A choice to try some or all
Hatred begins, a struggle for control
Envy steps in and relationships fall
A bitter root grows into rage, explosive words and
murdering deeds
Self-seeking power, screaming greed
Lord, how oppressive the weight on You grew
Sin concentrating at one place in time
No wonder a dark storm gathered around Your
cross
You took possession of sin
I hear the rooster crow as I run and hide
More grief as You looked ahead and saw
How Your church entertains angels, seemingly
white
How Your children are blinded by satan’s light
This weight only my God would bear
Only by You the curtain between us did tear
You felt the filth of my sin and more
As God turned His back, Your heart was torn
I thought as I sat on my bed
Feeling the grief of a love gone
Thinking that maybe Lord You hurt
Not because of the thorns on Your head
Or spikes in Your feet and hands
Nor the lashes that cut to the bone
But how sin brings the sorrow of being alone
DOZ Magazine February 2018
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