I formed you,
In the silence of your mother’s womb,
But long before then,
I recognized the consequence of sin.
I knew the price to be paid –
Death and all of its pain –
But you my child,
Were worth all to be reconciled.
I knew you’d turn away,
Refuse my love and curse my name,
But my love was so great
That my death became fate.
My arms have never stopped reaching,
And, for you, my heart’s never stopped beating.
I’ve seen the tears you’ve cried,
And I’ve watched you contemplate life.
It broke my heart,
To see these wall from the start,
And to see you walk away,
When I’m screaming your name.
To give you life,
And I’m here waiting,
For me to be worth chasing.
April 5, 2011
“…no matter how deep the stain of your sins, I can take it out and make you as clean as freshly fallen snow. Even if you are stained as red as crimson, I can make you white as wool! If you will only let me help you, if you will only obey…”
— Isaiah 1:18-19
I think we, as people, have this misconception that we have to pull ourselves together before running to God. Guess what though? He doesn’t want us to try to fix ourselves. He wants to form and shape our hearts; he wants to be the one to hold us through our pain. Besides, no one else can truly repair and renew like him. Just something to think about.