Finals Poetry #1

Instead of working on my ECE 6331 (Power Electronics) take home final exam, this jumped from my pen :)


Searching for God in the depths of the night,
Can He be found when my soul is not right?
When, from His purpose, my sinful heart has fled,
When, His forgiveness unsought, for acknowledgement of wrong I dread?

Can my God love me, when my self is filled with shame?
WIlll my Lord give me grace, bring life to this broken frame?
How can I hope for healing, hiding here with guilt my companion?
What Power can remove my fear, and bring innocence, honor, despite sin?

Christ! You died to pay the price, rose to show Your power,
Came from the Highest Place, and now deserve all honor.
Oh God! My broken flesh: Surgeon, cut me back to life!
I need to feel Your rod and staff, sanctify me with Your cleansing knife!

So much of me I need exchanged, trading rags for Glory,
My life and desires are rearranged, daily, keep making me holy!
God! The stitches! I tear them away... I must return for healing today.
One Surgery: though new, the transplant's not through, my flesh gets in the way.

Daily I need Your medication, that awesome drug, that I might not reject
The new mind and heart You've given, that me You might re-perfect.
Keep me, ever fighting, ever fleeing the disease,
Cleanse me, claim me, use me as You please.

It is my pleasure to be molded by the Holy One,
My purpose to be ever designed by the Creator.
As clay I have known the blessings from Your Son,
And may my eternity always show, that above all, You are Greater.