THE FORGOTTEN YOKE

By Mem
I called You for help, Lord
Knelt down along the stony road
Lifted my arms to Your throne
Poured out my heart in my painful songs.
The cup of sorrow harshly spilled
Seemed contrary to Your promise
I beseeched before You in grief
Finding no more words to speak
My heart was gradually crushed
Your answers I seemed not to find
Thorns just kept on leaching out
Chaining me in airtight latch
I cried out, Do you still feel my heart beat?
Lord, it longed for your transcending peace
Trials were gushing through me like sores
It seemed endless, leaving me in groans.
But every time I thought of these
I saw a picture of your glimpse
I felt your weeps along the breeze
As my faith dwindled through the brink.
With the air I breathe, in the shelter I rest
In my testimonies of your greatness
I was reminded of Your nearness
Lord, I have been oblivious of your caress.
I feel sorry for the pain I caused You
For my mistrust and my implores
For denying the cross You bore
That gave me a home of precious stones.
In my weakness, You even trust me.

Sending me to many places to preach

Raising Your name among the unreached
Whose lives are still in breach.
Your grace for mes bigger than my sorrows
The priceless salvation I now enjoy
Who am I whom You are tender?
So, now Lord to You I surrender.
Thank you Lord for pursuing me.
Without You, how wretched would I be?
Amazing is Your love for me
Now, here I am, use me.