Poem: Sometimes, Often, Always

Sometimes

I can feel that infinite void

That separates God from man.

Sometimes

I find it hard

To understand His plan.

Often

I feel so lost

And confused by what I see.

Always

I can feel His hand

Guiding and comforting me.

Faithless

And fallen

And useless I am at heart.

But Perfect

Is the love of God

Who chose me from the start.

Never

Will I fully understand

The scope of His Grace

But someday

I'll worship in truth

And see Him face to face.

This world

Is harsh

It's breaking, broken,

Full of suffering and strife

There is every reason

To just give up

But more to search for Life

This God

I serve imperfectly

Is all I will ever need.

This world

Will fade eventually

With all it's lusts and greed.

I

Will hold to that which lasts

And kneel before the throne.

He

Will keep His every Word

And prove He is God alone.

by. me