The Whole of Me

My mind is weak, my words are weaker still,
for my response needs more than words or mind,
that through my sin I could a child kill
repulses me, how could I be so blind?

The horror strikes not just my rational part,
I cannot compartmentalize my whole,
it blows my mind but also stabs my heart,
but most of all it shrivels dry my soul.

No words can tell the peace I need to feel,
the spiritual solace only God can give,
the grief of mine that makes forgiveness real,
His merciful care that helps me want to live.

I pay with suffering for what is free,
Your love, O Lord, that heals the whole of me.

                           -- by Pete Voelz      7/20/13