Mercy Rain

Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. – Psalm 51:20

A life in chaos, a soul too weak,
with trampled past and spirit crushed,
my tortured mind longed to awake,
from memories, forlorn and crashed.

Hot churning pains dwelt in my heart,
where shame and anguish came to seeth.
Running from the hurt on hurt,
I tested every vice to sooth.

Unfit to cure my soul so numb,
alone, my pride stepped in to run.
But then I heard God call my name,
restoring me with mercy rain.

He called me out of my death tomb,
His Word instructs me how to live.
His light will guide me for all time.
His grace lifts up and leads with love.

Poetry type: Pararhyme

Poetry prompt: W3 #159