I am looking at it from behind a cage,
A cage of anger, bitterness and rage.
It has no monetary value but it is priceless.
Right there, on the very top for al to see.
It symbolizes His love for me,
the terrible price He paid
So I could be free.
And yet, here I still am.
Unsure whether to accept or reject His offering.
Finally, I make the choice,
I reach out
and take the hand He is offering.
I choose to leave everything behind.
I am filled with joy.
I am filled with shame and pain,
as I stare at the cross,
that is on top of the church.
I remember.
I finally remember that he gave his life for me.
Yes, me!
That means I am important,
and that He loved me enough
to send His son for me.
It also means Jesus Christ loved me enough
to die for me.
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Journey
PoetryA collection of spiritual poetry. This collection is part of my christian journey. So here my journey begins. I don't know how long it will take maybe my whole life. Neither do I know how it ends, ...
