Grasp

The man you made is far different than the man in the mirror

The one that I see

After 40 years of doing everything in my power to reject you,

You remain by my side, never releasing your grasp on my heart.

When I turned my back against the promises you spoke to me

Promises of life eternal, promises of the freedom from death, promises of pain no more

I sought the desires of this world

I sought women that wouldn’t love me and would easily forget my name

I sought moments of ecstasy instead of infinite intimacy

I ran from responsibility of living out love

I ran in fear from you, holding the lies of this world’s realities

When the truth was right in front and inside of me all along

And when I look in the mirror and see the scars from my actions

I remember the scars of your grace and mercy, clutching my life in your hands

You are my shelter, you are my strength and you are the Artist who knew me in the womb

Despite these things I have done and will do again I am sure,

Still you are here, letting me breathe, surrounding me with such beauty,

Never letting me go.