My Lot in Life
by Kathleen HighamWhat is my lot in life?
Dancing around the edge of sin
Wallowing in a sorrow, while
God waits patiently to come in.
Even a sin forgiven hurts
When at the altar, I pray
Release me from my lot in life
And the sin that won't go away.
Every day a new beginning
I grow old and still it's there
Crying out bemoaning the fact
The sin to You laid bare.
What is my lot in life?
My desire lukewarm with age
Then suddenly a fire burns
A heart quiet, fills with rage.
Not wanting to feel anymore
When the burden comes my way
Lord You are my conqueror
Walk me through another day.
When evil lurks, then attacks
I fall down on my knees
The sin so heavy, staggers me
I groan my broken pleas.
What is my lot in life?
Crying out, crying out to You
Come all who are weary
A verse I thought I knew.
Oh, I am certainly weary
But Your Spirit touches me
My lot in life was purchased
When You died upon that tree.
This poem was a finalist in the
January 2009 poetry contest
