Sometimes I forget that the whole point of grace is that I don’t get what I deserve. I forget that sanctification is a process, just like everything else in life. Do you?
Poem 208 of 365 –
Apologies, not doxologies
Are issued from my mouth
Because fondly and wrongly
Is the way I view sin now.
Is there hope for me? Because hopefully
Grace has finally ran out
You said “trust in me,” but between
You and me I’ve been having doubts.
Will you provide for me? I know you died for me,
But sometimes it appears
That you abandoned me, that you ran from me,
And left me with these fears.
I just want closure, not composure,
So I’m asking for relief.
I want to own it, not condone it,
So bring judgement to prove you hear me.