Mercy On Me, O Lord Poem by John Sensele

Lord, thank you for creating me
In your image despite my rebellion
Getting in the way. Hear my plea
Although I behave like a sordid stallion

Worth far less than your design
To thrust on my person fitness
I threw away as worthwhile work I did consign
To second stage for the sake of popular pettiness

Draped on my nape in kaleidoscopic colours
To glorify me in human eyes
In galleries, in prairies, in diaries I keep in parlours
Where procrastination partners lure and skewer senile spies

Who violate and mutilate commandments
You told me to strictly observe
As long as you pour on me amelioration amendments
You effect in my brain the more I preserve without reserve

The divine deal you and I struck
Long before I saw the light of day
Took my first breath and climbed the truck
That in practice drove me closer to you everyday

Despite my imperfections and sinful selections
Which hurt you as much as I know how
But abound in my sections and predilections
Although by virtue of your grace to your majesty I bow

In solemn supplication action
To magnify and signify my solace surrender
Without an iota of inept infraction
As you ask my life's account to you I render.