Oh my, my dear,
What have you done?
You’ve gone and sinned,
Now it’s all undone.
Now He’s angry,
And you’ve cut the Rope,
That tied you to
Your one last Hope.
You’re all adrift,
In a sea of tears.
Tossed about,
By all your fears.
But there with you,
He still does stand.
Holding fast,
To your trembling hand.
He Always keeps,
His Promise of Grace.
His love for you,
You cannot erase.
So dry your tears,
And fall in The Arms,
That keep you safe,
From all sin’s harms.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 10:29 AM UTC
Oh my, my dear,
What have you done?
You’ve gone and sinned,
Now it’s all undone.
Now He’s angry,
And you’ve cut the Rope,
That tied you to
Your one last Hope.
You’re all adrift,
In a sea of tears.
Tossed about,
By all your fears.
But there with you,
He still does stand.
Holding fast,
To your trembling hand.
He Always keeps,
His Promise of Grace.
His love for you,
You cannot erase.
So dry your tears,
And fall in The Arms,
That keep you safe,
From all sin’s harms.
Mostly my poems are purposefully ambiguous. Every now and then I write one that is not...