The Lord's Leper

I am the Lord's leper,
my home is the grave.

Diseased inside and out,
I am in isolation,
apart from my brethren.

For I know my iniquity,
And my sin is always before me.

My heart fails,
But still calls to the Lord,
Yet the cries fall down upon me.

These bones are crushed,
And this flesh rotted,
My wearied heart pumps poisoned blood.

My God, my God,
Who has abandoned me,
Cast me not away from thy face.

To whom should I go?
I am as a ghost,
Who only you may look upon.

For Thee my soul hath thirsted,
For Thee my flesh,
Oh how many ways!

Dómine, vim pátior,
Respónde pro me.
Quid dicam, aut quid respondébit mihi,
cum ipse fécerit?

originally posted by: backcase


Dómine, vim pátior,
Respónde pro me.
Quid dicam, aut quid respondébit mihi,
cum ipse fécerit?

I read this part aloud, and my furniture started floating...

Well played, sir...

a reply to: backcase
Maybe a little Self-flagellation would help, unless you have someone to tie you up and beat you for God's sake and yours.

a reply to: backcase

Sad verses, but beautifully written, a star for you.

Is there anything concrete I can help you with? Many times an advice or a good word can make a difference.

God bless

Amazing, sounds very much like a psalm from King David.
I think we have all been there or will go through that dessert for a time

The whole Old Testament was written to point to Jesus, He reestablishes our self worth, in Him we have peace and restitution.

Damno eat

Fallen one, did you know you are my brother......

And the prayer of a righteous man counts for much....!