Tell me...

The following is a short poem I wrote, inspired by a moment of accountability.  I love my Heavenly Father, and I praise Him for allowing me to realize, every good and perfect gift is of Him.  I know when I think of good and perfect, I picture a shiney, sparkling packed with nothing but good things inside.  However, the truth is, trials, strife, and struggle are gifts, becuase the Lord placed us in those places to allow us to learn.  Thank you Father....for all your good and perfect gifts.

Tell me where I should run to escape your gaze?

Where shall I go to find refuge from your mercy?

I am but dust, that tumbles though ages of foolish mistakes,

Have I forgotten who I am? 

Where shall I go to find relief from your joy?

Where shall I go to ease the burden of your love?

I am but a fool, that will never see beyond myself 

Who can know the purpose of their existence?

Are we truly meant for more than day after day?

I am but human, lost in my own worries and follies

I am but human, saved by grace, washed in love, forged in sacrifice 

I am a fool, I am dust, I am beloved.

Who can stand against me, when I am my worst enemy?

Who can bring me under when despite myself, I have victory?

Who is greater than the sin of man?

Great is the Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ, who has brought us out of darkness and into the light.

Praise to you Lord God, for your Mercy is everlasting.

                                                                                                          JC