Poem -

Saving Grace

Heavenly Father

Has there ever been a day when I was more in your need?

For your grace to be the only cure for my sputtering esteem

I have wallowed in the valleys and seen my darkest days

And though at times my faith has wavered, I’ve continued to give you praise

But do you receive my call or is my existence so vein?

Have I so disappointed that I am not worthy to speak your name?

I have stretched arms in your direction seeking strength and understanding

This beast has grabbed a hold an prevented my feet from landing

And what I have always known to be the only meaningful branches of my tree

Now ponder if this is all there is of me for them to see

My aching heart, my shattered pride, what seem my disregarded cries

Merciful father, have I still not seen clear enough to the depths of my demise?

I’ve grown weary from all my failures and my will has so been shaken

I am shamed in my own heart because I feel I’ve been forsaken

Forgive me Father

Please

I need you to love me again

Even if only in stealth

Even if only long enough to save me from myself

There have been so many nights that I have cried a river flow

I feel like you stopped loving me so very long ago

But no matter where I stand with you

I’ll always give you praise

And pray someday you’ll come again

To be my saving grace

In Jesus name

Amen

Copyright©2013 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved

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