A poem that overflowed into my journal while reading A Praying Life by Paul E. Miller in the context of my life, in light of Jesus' life, and the weight of impact of the gospel.
Oh, Grace!
Vortex of peace,
limitless capacity
to consume my trespasses.
How well you know my captivity.
You were not given to the free but given for freedom!
My back breaking efforts to earn you has gotten me
No closer to success but rather created a deficiency
Even more in need of you.
Mind boggling paradox,
Such simplicity.
I need grace to dwell on the fact that
If I try out of my own strength
I am neglecting the gift itself
but if I sit in awareness
Of my brokenness and accept such love consideration
I am more intune with reality!
What joy!
What freedom (!) from the very entanglements
I am acknowledging.
Haha!
Haha!
I do not laugh at the depths of this provision
But because of the liberation it has caused.
Oh to dance! To engage!
To pour out and ask to be poured into,
Without fear of fault, as fault is inevitable,
But ransomed, redeemed already.
Oh sing all of you
Whose hearts have been renewed to childishness, sing!!
