Photo by Sora Shimazaki
Mercy
Mercy, compassion,
I sorely need.
Pity, forbearance,
My friends indeed.
Though some think I’m good,
Or, “good enough” now,
I know the standard
Before which I bow.
Awesome purity.
Blinding light.
Unwavering truth.
Good and right
Is my Maker’s character—
His constant theme.
In view of His holiness,
How pathetic I seem!
Oh yes, I need mercy—
Reach for it in tears
And humbly accept
That which consoles my fears.
© 2015 gratefulsue