Refuge
I realize I can't take it anymore
The storm has become too strong
I cannot hold on any longer
To dead hope, my dreary song
I do doubt that you will take me
After how I turned my back
How I forgot about your Word
I deserved a wake-up smack
Will you still love me
Like you used to?
Have mercy, Father
All the while you knew
Every thought
In my head
Every prayer
That wasn't said
I pray them now, with hope
That you'll shield me from the storm
The way you did when I was younger
From the moment I was born
Will you be my refuge
Fold me in your wings?
Protect me, God
From all those bad things
I am a sinner
I now know it
I regret it, Lord
But may not show it
I return now
That's what matters
All small hope
Splinters, shatters
When I'm away from you
And I am restless
Sucked into those spaces
Aimlessness
But you, my Living Hope
The One I come back to
You stand there with open arms
To take me back… won't you?
That's a poem I wrote when my friend had 'ifs' and 'buts' about coming to Christ. "What if he doesn't love me anymore, after what I did?" is the question that wasthe motivation for my poem. But God forgives any sin. Christians sin all the time, and the Bible says that the smallest lie is still a sin to God. All sins are equal. No matter whether you commit murder or simply gossip, sin is sin. No sin is greater than the next. And if God turned away people who sinned, we'd all be going to Hell. (To put it bluntly)I'll take you back, always…