Struggles plague or day to day,
poverty stricken,
and heartbroken.
We search for meaning,
for love,
in an unlit room and no light to guide us.
We are striving for the American dream,
but even if we reach it,
we would not know true joy.
We fight the pain with numbness.
In anger we lash out with arrogant fists,
and lustful bodies.
Telling our creator off.
Telling him "We are in control!"
Telling him to intervene.
because we cannot live through
another rejection,
another loss.
With arms bloodied from the glass vase we threw at him
he embraces us with his love.
And as he looks us in our eyes with tears, we caused,
streaming down his face,
we are enveloped in His grace.
We wait for words of anger to pour from his lips
and instead, out falls
undeserved mercy.
Our creator knew we would strive
for worldly glory
and earthly treasure.
He knew we would fight him every step of the way and
he forgave our sins
before we were even a whisper in our mothers hearts.
As we beg him to save us from the next rejection,
we reject him.
We worthless reject the one worth all.
He loves us through our doubts,
our fears,
our anger
because he sees through our worthlessness,
to the hidden worth,
that he created.
As he is strung up on a cross
of our wrongdoings
we scream the unfairness of our circumstance.
As if our pain was a cruel prank he played
and not a result
of our own disobedience.
Our cries of injustice at a
back-of-lot parking space reach the ears
of the man bleeding and bashed for
our lies and selfishness.
He implores his father to forgive us,
knowing we are going to do it again.
That is the beauty of faith:
A father who loves
A spirit that guides
A son that died
for us,
for you,
for me,
even for me.
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
Struggles plague or day to day,
poverty stricken,
and heartbroken.
We search for meaning,
for love,
in an unlit room and no light to guide us.
We are striving for the American dream,
but even if we reach it,
we would not know true joy.
We fight the pain with numbness.
In anger we lash out with arrogant fists,
and lustful bodies.
Telling our creator off.
Telling him "We are in control!"
Telling him to intervene.
because we cannot live through
another rejection,
another loss.
With arms bloodied from the glass vase we threw at him
he embraces us with his love.
And as he looks us in our eyes with tears, we caused,
streaming down his face,
we are enveloped in His grace.
We wait for words of anger to pour from his lips
and instead, out falls
undeserved mercy.
Our creator knew we would strive
for worldly glory
and earthly treasure.
He knew we would fight him every step of the way and
he forgave our sins
before we were even a whisper in our mothers hearts.
As we beg him to save us from the next rejection,
we reject him.
We worthless reject the one worth all.
He loves us through our doubts,
our fears,
our anger
because he sees through our worthlessness,
to the hidden worth,
that he created.
As he is strung up on a cross
of our wrongdoings
we scream the unfairness of our circumstance.
As if our pain was a cruel prank he played
and not a result
of our own disobedience.
Our cries of injustice at a
back-of-lot parking space reach the ears
of the man bleeding and bashed for
our lies and selfishness.
He implores his father to forgive us,
knowing we are going to do it again.
That is the beauty of faith:
A father who loves
A spirit that guides
A son that died
for us,
for you,
for me,
even for me.
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