I run, I hide, I fight, I cower
Yet You remain the same.
Here again, on my face,
Old resurfacing, history repeating.
Shame and guilt again choke me,
Yet You have not changed.
I change, I grow, I slide, I duck
I fall and hit the bottom again
But You are relentless, endless
In Your pursuit of my wayward heart.
Fear and self-hate again blind me
Yet You give sight to the unseeing.
I flee, I rage, I sin, I stumble
Like a child learning to walk,
Yet You pick me up again.
You never stop loving me,
Whom others may shun and reject.
Still You delight in me
And call me Your own.
Now, a change, a chance, a choice
To trust You and not me
To let go of that which hinders
And believe Your constant love.
Now, it is time. To cross over
To the other side where
Trust and perfect love
Will carry me.

This is beautiful. THAT LINE < is also used to much. but its true this IS beautiful. Just the way you put words together works well!
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