Found some of my old poems.........

My Children:

To the walking wounded
To the girl without joy
To the boy tormented by secrets
To those who don't feel God anymore
To those with an abundance of demands
and little to give
To those who have silenced their song
To those tired of depression
To the apathetic ones
To those running out of reasons to rise in the morning
To those who are battered
To those who are weak from carrying their cross
To those struggling to fight the good fight
To those still imprisoned
Take Heart,
The Day of Freedom is here.
Love,
-Father God


HE died on that day because of me.
Not anyone else, not "them" but me.
Why?
Even on my best days, I'm not worth HIS life
Even on my best days, I'm not worthy of HIM
But then again, who is?
Where would HIS glory be if the world was not desperately in need of salvation?
Why would I give HIM praise if I did not need HIS salvation?
HE died on that day not because HE was forced to
HE died on that day not because HE wanted to
HE died on that day because I desperately, absolutely needed HIS death to live.
That, my friend, is grace.