It'd make more sense
For a perfect God like You
To turn away from all our alibis
To wash His hands clean
From our follies and disguises
It'd make more sense
For You to forsake us
To throw us into the fiery pit
To not want a thing
To do with our masks and deceit
But a God like you
Will not ever make sense
The love of a passionate madman
Mercy so endless
This God's agape is madness
You do not make sense
You love endures always
Nothing held back when you embrace me
This kiss on my lips
Beathing life and love in my lungs
Your love is madness
When I sin you forgive
Still you love me when I turn away
When you see me home
You run to me undignified
Tears of joy when You
See me return back home
I recklessly squandered what You gave
My inheritance
But You redeemed and restored me
I bring thanksgiving
I am grateful to You
For You loved me when I could not
You waited for me
Here all along and I'm so glad
YOU ARE READING
Dr. Jekyll and Ms. Christian's Kaleidoscopic Blitzkrieg
RandomA collaboration of poetry, contemplations, and stories. A sequel to Mute & Blind and Wings For Flight (find them at @bohemianragamuffin)
