Lord
I am on my knees and I want to pray
I want to come, to know your name
To hear your voice deep inside
Lord
Let me be the apple of your eye and walk with you
To under stand your ways
To let your scripture flow deep in the wells of my soul
I reach to heaven and I cried, lord
Break the darkness in side of me. For the words are from my heart
And unto you clothe me with your conviction
And may grace of your [SON] forgive me
And let the sore and boil’s of the past be healed
From the blood of forgiveness
I pray on my knees
That all that I have is your
And I cry
To lord
And he heard my pray
He heard my cry
I am healed inside
Of the power of his name
When I close my eyes and bow head
I new he was not dead but alive
1 comment:
Re: Ivan McMillan, poet
I have grown to love errors, because they give potentially interesting glimpses into the silent half of man, or the unconscious, as Jung and others say. I suspect quite a number of Ivan McMillan's grammatical "errors" are at least half-deliberate; they indicate to me the strong tendency of the unconscious at work. Given that his latest few poems on the blog are reflective -- i.e., everything they describe exists in one man's "reality tunnel", or describes reality through the mirrors of one man -- they cannot help but be love songs to the man from his various pieces and parts: his body, the man that he is when he is unconscious. Notice the relief from relentless capitals in his work. To one degree or another, he is conscious that he is not using words in the way that they are usually meant when capitalized: god, heaven, saviour, etc.
Thanks for sending me the link -- it is encouraging to see others struggling with the same spirit. (Did you know that "doukhobor" comes from the Russian for "spirit wrestler"?)
From Anna's Mom - Nori Firtel
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