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CONFUSION

Oh, tangled thoughts and threads that weave my being,
Years of confusion, hurt and pain combined,
When shall the hand of Father God, all seeing,
Reach in this knotted mess, and it unwind.

My soul cries out, though feelings cause despairing,
My spirit knows the way, that it must go;
For there is none, that will my sorrows share in,
Save He who suffered death, His love to show.

For He took death, and He became its Master,
He banished all confusion, shame and fear,
That those who would chose Jesus as their Master,
Can to the throne of God, draw boldly near.

So why should I, His promises forsaking,
Allow my mind to crucify me so,
Why wallow in a pit of my own making,
Instead of bidding satan, turn and go?

I have within me, One who is far greater,
If I would but submit my all to He;
Turn over all my life unto my Master,
It is His power alone, which sets me free.

© 10-13/7/01