A poem

My strength, my crutch, 
Your hope, Your touch,
My death, my shame,
Your love, Your name.
My fear, holding me in,
Your cross breaking my sin.
 My life a fleeting breath, 
Your truth, Your righteousness, 

My past is Your present,
My future is Your present,


I resent - I hate - I scream at your name. 
I fall - I stumble - through prayers I mumble.
I waste - I fester -  I walk on in trespass.

 I cry out to die,
   And death hast taste,
      A flat empty taste, 

But by Your grace;
      and Your love, 
By the look on Your face,
 The nails that pegged deep,
 You weep 
OH You weep, 
over me. 

My strength : your strength

My crutch : Your hope.