When I rejected Grace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is what I realised when I rejected grace.

Submitted: December 16, 2014

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I fell into a dark place;

afraid I sat there, i trembled at the sound of its music.

But now, as I sit there, it becomes home, it welcomes me.

It stretches its hands to embrace me, and the longer I stay there the more I wanna call it home:

and hold it with a warm tender embrace, 

but there is no warmth there, only cold and darkness, and as i become accustomed to its ways, I fall in love with it, but never fullly;

something is pulling at me; He is calling me, my Father calls me by name, he is saying come back to the Lord for he is kind.

He tells me that His grace is sufficient and that He is salvation. 

As i sit there, in the dark, comfortble and willing, I wonder if I'm worth salvation, if I'm worth the sacred blood that was shed.

And then my father tells me that I am precious to him, that I can never be seperated from His love, that I ammore than a conqueror through Him that died on the cross.

I came back home; back to the light, and my father in heaven through a celebration in honour of my returnand so heaven rejoiced.

My father whispers sweet promises in my ear, 

He showers me withHis undying love and mercy, he pours His grace all over me and He calls me by name.

He pulled me out of the darkness that I wanted to call home, and into the light by his power; he is omnipotent,and mighty.

He is holy and great. His majesty i can't even begin to describe. 

He is my God and im forever his witness.

The place I now call home, is the place where i drown in the ocean that of His love, where I dwell in His spirit.

It embraces me with warmth, and as I welcome it, he frees me.

The weight of my sins is too great, but there is no limit to your love, for it stretches to the ends of the earth.

How shall I praise thee,will my worship ever be enough tto emphasis your Holiness oh Lord?

You are Yahew, elohim, You are my God.


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