There is Grace

 

There is Grace

 

I avoid His gaze,

There is ugliness in my heart.

I feel so unworthy to be near Him.

My heart and mind are a maze,

How could a perfect God come near to my broken heart?

I just want to run from Him.

“I am unworthy” I scream,

“I am unworthy” I cry,

“I am unworthy” I sob.

And as my mind and heart wage war,

He whispers, “I know.”

“But it is finished for I won the war!”

“Let me hold you when you scream,”

“Let me hear you when you cry,”

“Let me heal you when you sob.”

“My grace is enough for you,”

“Will you let me come close?”

“I will restore and redeem you,”

“Even when you feel gross.”

And so I come close.

The mess you love.

The heart you clean with your own blood.

“There is grace” I scream,

“There is grace” He cries,

“There is grace” I sob.

May I look in His eyes and see love,

Love that washes away my shame.

Love that surrounds me in my pain.