A Poem

I was driving Lison this morning and couldn't help but notice how dark and foreboding the sky was. Yet, in spite of it all, the sun was trying to burn away the clouds.

This really reminded me of the Christian walk. We are in a storm and God is constantly trying to help us and reach us. It reminded me of the prodigal son a lot too. So, right when I got home, I wrote out a poem.

You shine through the clouds
Dark in the sky
As rain pours down on us
You hear our broken cry

We stand drench in misery
The wind pushing us away
But you silence the storm
And drive it away

You rays of glory shine on us
Touching our ears, arms, and fingertips
You dry up our cloths
And cool our fevered lips

You run to us with open arms
Shouting for joy as we fall into your embrace
You kiss as as long-lost family
Your eyes filled with mercy, compassion, and grace

You listen to us tell our stories
Crying in our failures in pain
Laughing in our joys and triumphs
"My child," He says, "Welcome home again."

-hettyvh