My next door neighbor was killed in a car wreck, last nite,
the one with the ol' black truck......we were friends, talked often.
Feel as failed in witnessing, sure you understand...were I am at.

O, Lord.....hear the heart's expressions....

am in dire need of THY COMPASSION !

So emotionally drained......just can't dance or celebrate...

no beauty of flowers...or trees of shade.....

all the eyes can see, is dry sand.....absence of needed rain.

Where art THOU at....o' please let THY eyes look down.....

see THY servant....where by dead silence surrounds.

Am cold....as the nite chills the very bones....

no comfort found as lean against a lifeless stone....

please hear ...the faint cries up toward THY THRONE !

Are not the vows this heart did make...'n the worship gave,

o' of all.....did not this heart obey ?Where has one failed....o' GOD so JUST....

answer...as know that THOU art a fair JUDGE.

Show....what this servant failed to do....

will accept any sentence due, for know it is due .

Know well of how THOU grieves......'n repents....

yet also know about the stiffed-necks....

o' God.......please say not, that this heart is like them.

Look deeply into THY servant's heart.....

o' ROSE OF SHARON.....THOU that wore the crown of Thorns....

look upon this repentant heart, with great mercy....o' my LORD !

Poems By Connie Bartlett

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