Lemon
My heart, O Lord, is like a lemon
For without you, my heart is sour.
I yearn for someday to join you in heaven,
and to be picked from the ripest tree with your divine power.
Peel away the layer of sin
that hides my fruit from your grace,
allow me to be a part of your recipe within
and to wash away the sour glace.
With the addition of the waters of baptism,
and the sugar of your care,
I have been reborn with optimism
I am sour no more, Lemonade I now bear.
This poem is about:
Our world