Knock, knock, knocking on the door.
"Oh whom ever are you knocking for?"
"I'm knocking for you, my dear sweet child, the one who chooses to continue to run wild."
"To call you back into my arms once more."
"To show you that I loved you so much to die for"
"But why show me this love that is so great?"
"With this life I've done nothing with but taint."
"You say my child, your sin is too great that I cannot pay."
"But you see all of your sin upon me has been laid."
"No longer will you sit under judgment for your crimes."
"For I have called you according to my will, that in your weakness my glory shines."
YOU ARE READING
Glory Personified
PoetryAn ongoing collection of poems I've written about my relationship with God. When I endured the deep pit of my thoughts and dealing with depression. A depression so painful because I thought I was beyond forgiveness and how God uses those moments and...
