Idiot though you may be...

Idiot though you may be.....(inspired by a letter from a friend.)

Idiot though you may be,
some natural tendencies do I see
To carry burdens on your own
instead of placing them before God's throne.
Can't find the prison key, you say?
The load and strain causes you to sway.

Black the heart, and dead the soul,
the Lord gives mercy. Let him console.
He'll take the knotted souls of men,
the dying hopes, the walking dead,
and give them life with him instead.

So if your soul be black and cold,
Your actions ever wrong and bold.
If your life is caged and sad,
Your thinking -it is ever bad.

Fear not. For though death's sting is near,
Eternal life is given,
and lest you think it's cost not dear,
Face the picture of his agony.
Watch the tears of blood and sweat,
The beaten back, the thorn crowned brow,
His dying breath as He, for you and me,
gave up His spirit, His body held by cross and nail.

All this to conquer death and hell,
To render aid to those in prison cell.
If you but place your trust in him,
He'll take those dim and dying thoughts.
Replace those walls, untie those knots.
'Tis His delight for sinners dear
to find in Him freedom from fear.

Idiot though you may be,
Remember it was He who died to set you free.
Taste in Him the conquering victory.
Live your life for all to see
In you a picture of the living free.
For that, my friend, is what He intended you to be.