A poem about God’s love
I know you’ve always known my name,
and on a cross, you took my shame,
but shame has lived so long with me,
I never made him go.
So day by day, I’d search to do
every single thing I knew.
To hide the fact shame lived with me,
I couldn’t let him go.
And then today when I awoke,
I sat and read the words you wrote,
and I reflected on your cross
and knew shame had to go.
For you endured such cruelty
because of love you’ve had for me.
But if I let this shame remain,
it’s like I didn’t know.
My fearful face became a flint
I felt my spirit sore.
I ordered shame to leave my life,
and then I slammed the door.
I’m sorry that it took so long,
with all those years of shame.
I’m thankful for your constant love,
which always stayed the same.