“Who do you think you are?”
“You can’t hide that ugly scar?”
“Your sin is too great! You’re too far,
From your Father’s heart.”
Those lies are loud. Those voices clear.
They draw my selfish heart and steer
Toward hurt and shame and never near
My Father’s heart.
In the depth a still, small voice
Whispers of love and sacrifice
It speaks of me, a treasured prize
Of my Father’s heart.
He says that though I am weak and worn,
Despite the tears and heart that’s torn,
My only hope, God’s son was born,
Out of my Father’s heart.
You see, my Father’s heart is great.
So large, it holds the world He made.
Let’s go to Him, not be afraid
Of our Father’s heart.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.
Jesus (Mathew 11:29)
(This poem came from wrestling with the enemy. Often I get distracted by condemning voices and forget the calling on my life. I need constant reminders of His love for me and God’s leading in my life. I must resist the lies and stand firm in Christ. He has won the battles already.)