Yet another one of my poems. I like this one. So many times God comes in to save the day at the right time.
MY ALL
I look at my life,
While in my hand, I hold this jagged knife.
Nothing seems to matter,
My fragile existence about to shatter.
I put my arm to the blade,
My heart, seemingly betrayed.
As I prepare to end it all,
My Gods voice does so softly call.
A voice, I once knew so well,
A voice, inside my soul still does dwell.
He calls me by name,
My sacrifice He became.
He lifts my head, Reminds me, it was for me He bled.
Lovingly, He reminds me,
I have my place in the last Jubilee.
He, once again, reaches down,
His presence enveloping me all around.
The blade falls to the floor,
Into my heart, His mercy He does pour.
Tears begin to fall,
And I tell Him once again, I give Him my all.
