Why?A Poem by AMPA broken and contrite heart, You will not despise. Why would you love someone like me?
Why?
Not many know the evil. Very few have seen the truth. I have done things more disgusting and vile Than anyone else would assume. I can hide such things From human eyes. I am safe in their ignorance. I perfect my disguise. But You know everything, my Lord. You have seen it all. On Your cross my sins were poured. I could never deserve Your love. Why do You give Your love to me?
I made the choice to hurt You. I denied what You have done. In Your arms, how could I desert You? You were there to watch me run. I ran from the One who loved me. I pretended that I could make my own truth. I said rebellion set me free, But I was trapped somewhere below You. I hid myself in darkness So I would not face Your light. I burned with the pleasures of Satan. I flourished in the night. Why do You care enough to judge me?
My tears flow incessantly Now that You subdue my pride. I can only face You humbly, For I no longer want to hide. Look at this defeated mortal flesh, Full of sin and failure and dross. It is my spirit You beheld. My soul is in my heart. I believe with everything I am, That You love me, holy God. Sometimes I simply cannot understand Why You would with all I've done. Little human that I am, why me?
I will never equally return The gifts of which You gave. In this flesh what can I offer That I won’t carry to the grave? I war with my desires. Lord, give me peace and rest. I will raise my spirit higher, Than flesh of mine attests. Purge me with Your love. Break me with Your care. Deprive my flesh of fruitless wants. My spirit won’t forbear. Why do You answer my cries?
You send verses of love. You write passages of conviction. The knowledge You impart Is my one sense of direction. You answer all my problems In the pages of Your truth. I seek to hear You call my name. I learn through other’s growth. Your voice of wisdom is spoken Through precious vessels who claim You. If I bare my soul in Your presence, Can I not tell them too? Why am I so weary in Your strength?
Perhaps these questions, they are pointless. I will never know the reasons why. I will thank You for Your blessings While the seasons pass me by. I will always have to live With the crushing shame of my past, But with the grace You give I am not always looking back. Though I have let You down time after time, You lift me up again. I will not questions the reasons why. I will trust You to the end. Because why is who You are.
October 1, 2011 © 2011 AMP |
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