I was his favorite.
I don’t know why
(well maybe I do),
but I knew.
So, I could not disappoint him.
So, I hid my self from him.
And still I was revealed.
But from God I cannot hide
So, I disappoint Him.
So, I hide from Him.
And still He reveals Himself to me.
Grace for what I can not do.
Mercy for what I’ve already done.
Salvation revealed on crossed timbers,
as if I were a favorite son.
Â© 2010 Wasted Space Publishing
My, my – I love it! These poems should be read from the pulpit, on the radio, on a billboard. Shared with the whole world.