Do Not Misunderstand Me

do not misunderstand me
all that was good written in my heart
this was all given of God
this was all power of divine Holy Spirit

all my sins all that was bad
this was my free choice God given
this was dark depth abyss torment in heart
this was demon voice still peddling bitter sour grapes

yet through it all I do declare
twas more sinned against than sinning
twas mean rare generous so often heart giving
twas in depths despair searching searching I found God there

knowledge by grace of God did grow
mammon greed in heart found no place to grow
riches if any prized are best values aspired to in heaven
cup of blood body of clay ferments in holy spirit leaven to heaven

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
leaven – a rising agent used to make dough rise, especially yeast or another fermenting agent; something enlivening that lightens the weight or mood.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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