Here recently, I’ve been overwhelmed by the persistence of God’s grace. For everyday that I’ve lived to breathe and walk here on earth, I’ve sinned. For every season in my life’s book, I can name a different idol that Satan has dangled in front of my face. For each time I come to Him in prayer, I’m struck by my sheer humanity once more. Yet through each millisecond— never skipping a day nor season nor chance— Jesus has pursued me with His mercy, love, and strength. Now that’s persistence.
Recently, I’ve rekindled my love for writing poetry. An old habit left in the dust of college, but revived for the sake of the soul. I’m no Dr. Seuss, but there’s just something about piecing together a puzzle of words in which they become heavier on the heart and closer to the conscience. This poem below was written several weeks ago as I found myself desperate for His tangible grace. After a week of chasing myself and my desires— failing to stiff-arm the dangling idols— I was reminded that the only way to comfort is through the cross. He is delighted in my desire to obey, please, and love Him. Therefore, He is delighted to pick me up and wipe off my scrapes along the way.
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If I were You
And You were me
I definitely would’ve put
An ‘I’ in ‘Team’
Yet in this grand scheme
You chose me for You
A feat gladly chosen
Despite all that I do
Even while I follow
I can’t help but fall
Lying on the ground
I hear You call
My child, My bride
I made you who you are
My daughter, My art
From you never will I part
In cleaning your scrapes
I find pure delight
My love, My work
Shame absent in My sight
But Lord, I say
When will come thy day
When my knees don’t bleed
And faith won’t sway?
Daughter, He replies
You’re complete in My eyes
My Son is all I see
Between you and Me
What a gift to my heart
Blood for its veins
Cloth for my cuts
Sanctity in the strain
As I confess my sin
And admit thy fall
Reveal to me Lord
Your will in it all
Drown my pride
In your divinity
Awaken my flesh
To your infinity
Hold me humble
In my pursuit
That when giving You glory
I can’t fall mute
God so help me
When I walk to and fro
That with every fall
My soul you grow.