Plead Our Case
By mark_yelland-brown
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There are deserts where nothing, no one lives.
Each grain of sand snugly, grit under your glow,
You know every one, but they contain no heartbeat.
We vibrant in our heated blood flow pulse with life's
complexities.
These minds too huge for the body of aches and dying that is
lifespan,
Why us Lord?
The created one's not choosing to exist here, in this place where there
is no water,
We pray to the same God as fat city burghers,
They send up empty prayers and rubber cheques,
Poisoned milk that runs out, leaving our breasts empty.
Lord, I'm praying in these tenements, but I'm alone,
I've been foul, so judge me,
I've sinned in desperation, so I'm hell bound,
Thousands and thousands like me,
Who've missed comfortable conformity,
We hide in the grey twilight of smashed beginnings, runts,
Who will never receive grace, unless given by real, blood warm
hands,
Any spirit is a mockery to hollow lives.
Tangible we are, tangible we need.
Sex is the only warmth, food to the famished, contact, heart to
heart.
Even when the `lover` will kill,
Or make you bleed.
Your judgements turn me inside out in a rage of injustice,
Implacable you,
Hell is a slap in the face to a bastard child, cowering in a dark
corner of an abusive foster home.
Hell and fire if we don't admit you are just,
And we are, fallen?,
Jesus I pray to you,
Plead my case to the father,
You too were called a Bastard,
You melted the father's heart , He sent you for us,
So we don't have to pay such a price,
For His holiness.
Jesus you too were abandoned, ask the father to shelter us,
Under His wings, you plead our case.
Jesus you too were scourged, beaten and murdered,
Plead our case so we may be resurrected,
Into something more glorious then hell on earth,
Jesus plead our case,
He sent you,
Knowing,
He sent you,
Knowing.
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