Incomplete

 

Without reception of His love and grace,
We live a life that's incomplete, bereft
Of knowing that he pleads to God our case
An advocate who strikes at sin's soul theft.
Without determination that He wants to fill
Our souls with love, so we can then forgive
Our weakness, foibles, flimsy lack of will
And prosper in His light and spiritually live.
Without a spiritual walk in faith divine
Impossible to crucify self-hate,
That leadens will and spins us to decline
Addicts our self-hood to a withering state.
Forever He forgave us, always will.
We must forgive ourselves. His peace be still.