Poem of the Chaplin

Enigma, paradox, confusion runs

Rampant in the shadows

Lord bringeth upon me a siege

Establish your rampart and scale the walls

of my insecurities

Let not this burn any deeper

into mine minds eye,

scorning my vision and purpose.

Holy, true, righteous and just

is what I long, to become.

Close to thee, oh Lord

my heart cries.

Surrounded is my mind

as mine enemy encamps

Spread forth your grace and mercy

Let your will be done Lord

Taketh from me everything, when it must be given,

even when I not want to give