One of my attempts at letting my feelings out...

[forgivenWretch]

Unworthy

I am but an unworthy wretch,
yet upon the cross His arms,
He did stretch.

Yet, still am I worthy?

I was born in sin,
I was raised in sin,
I was reborn so that,
I cared not to sin.

Yet still am I worthy?

As now His child,
many changes took place,
for the joy,
to look into His face.

Yet, still am I worthy?

I began to backslide,
on what appeared to be,
the life so desired to ride.
Only to find,
the need for it to hide.

As it was taken in stride,
my ego burst with pride,
until the day came,
that I broke down and cried.

I remembered the cross,
on which He was tossed.
And peered on His
One Nail Scared Hand to the Other.

Yet still am I worthy?

On the cross He did die,
to cover my sin and my lies.

He rose in three days,
so I do have a way.

Yet still am I worthy?

Yes I think that I am,
but that which I am,
is what I am,

An unworthy wretch,
deemed worthy,
by His stretch.

 

[forgivenWretch]

Fresh Hope

As I set here pondering my thoughts, My heart and my mind together are wrought. I think of the good things and of the bad, especially those which make us so sad, And try to wonder in the good times, had.

Through all the sadness, and fear, I feel a tugging to draw us closer near. There is a power that is so present here, that brings us comfort throughout the year. Each one here for the other, with love we do cover. But alone we will fail, So to Him we shall hail.

He is the strength that sees us through, When ever we become blue.

To share the Greatest Love of all, In order that we shall not fall.

He brings us the best gift of all, The blessings of Fresh Hope.

For Hope will take us closer to, Those pearly white gates,
We all want to walk through.