Grace Cathedral (Photo credit: davidyuweb)
My soul is rendered
Split apart
On broken cobblestones
So far from home
An abject plea
I fall before their feet
My subjugation complete
And ask their ministry
To set me free
My heart is rendered
Beaten back
And blackened through
A sinner lost
With no redemption here
But begging grace
To still appear
To give her ministry
And set me free
My life is rendered
But a pitiable attempt
To rise within
This earthly firmament
Has brought me here
Far wiser now but still
Fallen, heartsick, ill
To wait upon your ministry
To set me free
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Hearts, souls, your life, what three things we hold within ourselves and that constitute the what of who we are. You have written so well Helen, powerful imagery, excellent poem.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
He does offer sweet freedom to all who call upon His name. I love this, Sis. You just amaze me time and time again. 🙂 xxxx
Thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂
Gorgeous Helen I wish my work possessed such elegance and melody
Thank you, so kind, but your work is amazing my friend!! 🙂 🙂