This poem grew from a comment I made the other day on a post on Heavensreef, a very encouraging blog I recently started following. 🙂
Now, it’s not what you’d call a traditional valentiny sort of piece, but, truly, what better love is there demonstrated than in His redemption of our lost souls? ❤
What were you before Jesus?
Answers circle, haunting truths
So heavy to carry.
Surprisingly daunting task, this-
How to describe what I was
And not lose sight of what now is?
Well, best to just begin, I concede-
Filthy hands had I,
So foolish and full of sickening pride,
After a love I tried to define.
Hardly kept a head above
Quicksand most days;
Crackling lungs scarcely held
More than shallow breath;
Fingers curling over
Broken strands of impending death,
Numbing to my own rapidly
Ah, but, one word could I rasp to the skies:
In that moment, stretched out the Lord’s clasp to mine,
Pulling me free of my self-made muck,
Suddenly to solid ground I found myself,
Startled near to being thunderstruck.
Brought me to His river then,
And washed me pure within.
New garments was I given,
Royal robes fit for heaven.
Well, we’ll call that the becoming.
His truths started in to humming,
New and strange beats on my heart drumming.
Set out to learn this different rhythm,
Untried feet sometimes skipping,
Yet, the travels with Him,
Dear companion God,
Are ever onward tumbling…
Oh, this becoming has been quite
A journey for me,
And He’s not done with me yet,
By any means.
Yet so grateful to see
Just how far His love’s brought me-
Long miles streak out behind
Like light-years of shifts and sighs,
From the life that really wasn’t life
To the life He intends there to be.
And one day, this becoming will
Become a became
And, at journey’s end, all the rest
Will fall away,
With nothing more left to do than
Simply bless His name…
Oh, friends, the wonder of the journey from the depths of sin to becoming like Him! There’s nothing like it. May you feel His love on this day and always. ❤ Thanks for reading. Blessings and prayers to you. 🙂