Sonnet #3

Thy holiness, so infinite yet veil’d,
Complete perfection, blazing honor hid.
My sightless gaze obscured. I fully fail’d
To stem, restrain my wickedness, forbid
My blacken’d ways. Depravity my sole
Reply - heed not, I turn away and lid

My wretchèd shame.

Then Light o’er brims my soul,

Damn’d scales flings off! Distress, despair! Can’t flee,
I crumple, slump. High priced...too dear the toll.
Immense, unbounded gorge ‘twixt me and Thee.
Sweet Gospel bends; she lifts my head. Tear’d eyes

To Thee I raise - Thy grace, my only plea.

Forgiveness grows, ‘Cross vast abyss it lies,

Thy bridge of hope. Thou bidst me come, arise.

SDG!

© Lynne Spear, 2006