So, I was having a rough day and I was reminded by a friend about the love of God. The love of God that forgives and empowers you to overcome. The love of God that Died for us... So i wrote this poem. Tell me what you think, please. I welcome feedback.
"The Mirror"
Into the glass I peer dimly,
I swallow hard, forcing a smile grimly.
My world is dark, but inside is light.
The power in us all, His heart’s delight.
In the mirror before me, is a person so wretched,
Deserving only the blade and to be unlamented.
A tear runs down from my eye for all I can see,
Are the stains across my body stating: Guilty!
For so long I’ve told myself all hope was lost,
Standing ragged, too far gone, its to much of a cost.
I was too far gone to be reclaimed,
Seventeen years, my spirit was maimed.
My head I rose to stare at the cold hard surface,
For so long I’ve been lied to, “He has no purpose!”
My smile broadens, from the east to west,
As the mirror reveals me nestled in His chest.
As fall back into Him, His arms wrap around me,
And as I close my eyes He whispers, “You're free.”
That tear has now run from my cheek to my chin,
Now I found myself smiling once again.
“NO!” cries the prosecutor, “He has sinned against you!”
“An unholy wretch, his sins he can’t undo!”
But with a strong loving tone, He asks a simple question,
He turns the mirror, “Tell me what you see, then give your suggestion.”
The prosecutor simply stands silent, with no answer to give,
As my Defender simply smiles, “He is my son, He will live.”
I then kneel before my King, with joy flowing over me like a flood,
“What you failed to realize devil, I’m washed in the blood.”
Walter “Deuce” Windham
June 19,2010
(Posted on October 9, 2013)