A Little Poem of Thanks

I should have, could have, and would have been

purposeless,

alone,

my own selfish deity.

 

Completely without hope beyond this age,

Your ENEMY

Destined to a life a cyclical misery.

 

Undeserving.

Impatient.

Disobedient.

Unkind.

 

YET. Out of all the rebellious hearts of stone,

you breathed life into mine.

 

I can live to bring you praise.

There is purpose for my days.

You’ve taken all my shame,

so your glory I’ll proclaim.

My eyes are opened to your grace.

I delight to seek your face.

This old creation, your made new.

 

For altering my

destiny,

identity,

and purpose,

 

Yahweh, Thank You.

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