RUBBLE

It used to be that I was thee and that me was not to kind, a sinful girl who loved the ways of the world in which the dark path she did find. It turned out she was good at it and everywhere she turn, she leave a victim in her path someone she left to burn. And the trail of rubble fell from her pockets as she led them all astray, some would eventually make it through the others would lose their way.  They say that thee was worse than she could even comprehend, some seen her bare a load of pain some saw it for her sin. But time and again she carried this load of rubble in her soul and she cried out but they didn’t care nor did they make her whole. So as she walked along life’s path a trail of rubble fell, there were some that picked it up and placed it in life’s pale.

But as she got a little ways down she realized she was alone and all the road signs pointed the Way but she could not find her home. Misplaced and afraid she was ready to give in to dump out her rubble and hand over the sin. The weight had become far more than she could bare as she looked around and suddenly there, appeared a cross and it did say, This is Jesus he is the Way. She needed to know how much it would cost, to dump out her rubble in front of the Cross and a voice came to her as she dropped to her knees, the price has been paid if you just follow me. There is no cost I will take your heart, and you will be left with the healing part. So she dumped out her rubble and handed over the sin as she started down the path she was weightless and clean within.

Some they followed and some they stayed but she that was me found her identity that day. In Christ alone my rubble will stay as I walk life’s road and follow his way. I am not forsaken I’m never alone, for he is my shelter I have found my way home. My scars will show who I used to be, but my scars will know that his scars healed me. For by his wounds we are set free, so leave your rubble close to thee.

By Lacie Barrett 12/6/2013