Friday, December 12, 2008

A poem without a name.

In sin I lay without a doubt,
Awaiting Your soothing touch of redemption,
Like a journeyman who has lost his route,
Awaiting Your hand to guide his every action.

Oh wretched being that I am,
Why does a God so noble care?
Have I truly the worth of the world that You say I am?
That a world so large cannot compare with a soul so rare.

Could I accept Thy love?
Or perhaps the human mind cannot comprehend,
Why You descended from heaven like a dove,
To bear upon Yourself the fate of humanity which had ended.

Has my fate being sealed?
For in sin I lay barren and torn,
Yet You sought me for the fate I have sealed,
And promised me a hope reborn.

Woe to me that I see not Your grace,
That upon this I hang my head in shame,
For I comprehend not this love,
And for all its simplicity I failed to see.

1 comment:

Fransisca said...

the world is meant to be populated and we are all the act of God's love. so no matter where you go and what you do, he cares about you. he's crazy about you. so he'll do everything to gain you back. place no doubt about it bro :D