Thursday, September 14, 2006

Falling Back, Reaching Up

My old sins are falling out, reaching out, crying out.

Dangerous traps are set all around me.

How full of guilt am I, Father. I'm so ashamed.

I answer only to You, only to You.

Let me rest in your big arms. Save me again and again and again.
And whosoever shall fall on this stone shall be broken: but
on whomsoever it shall fall, it will grind to powder.