The Olive Press

Auhtor: K. Luce

I sit to contemplate my value
A humanness gone askew
Why this need to discover anew
For what Jesus says is true

What must I contemplate
Christ already sealed my fate
Always present those that hate
But no need to take the bait

Garden of Gethsemane
Jesus suffered agony
Through this rhapsody
I seek my alchemy

A chance to evaluate
Deeply appreciate
No need to dominate
To Christ I gravitate

Life so contradictory
So full of trickery
Why stay in misery
In Jesus the victory

Feel the stress
Upon me press
A big juicy mess
For Jesus to Bless

Like blood through pores
Life choices a mind tours
My wretchedness obscures
What the Lord truly adores

My soul is sorrowful
I bare the weight and tremble
In my core I feel reproachful
Through this I must travel

The challenge builds me new
Resurrection I am too
For once I felt askew
And now I feel anew