Struggling with our humanity the spotlight falls on weakness, actions reflecting failure and hypocrisy to the unbeliever. We have no excuse.
HYPOCRISY
I say one thing, and do another,
love myself and hate my brother.
Perhaps before I trip and fall,
your teaching Lord I should recall.
Failing you, I join the crowd,
those that hurl abuse out loud.
Inflicting pain, each hammer blow,
part of the mob that watch the show.
Humanity, wounded pride,
hold the sword that pierced your side,
anguished cries that plead forgive,
your sacrifice that I might live.
There can be no excuse for me,
I know you Lord, you set me free.
All my guilt and sin you bear,
in silent gaze, tortured stare.
My failure nails you to that tree,
still your love flows endlessly,
and as the dark clouds cross the sun,
you die for me, the battle won.
Talitha Hills
2003
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