I can't help but think
had He not snatched me
out of the murky depths
I would have drowned
In my own misery
in my own choices
All of my freedom
pulling me down.

I can't help but think
He could have left me
He could have said
"you made your own bed..."
So why did He save me
why spare the wayward
why waste His time
on someone near dead?

I can't help but think
He must see beyond me
far into the future
beyond space and time
Past this used surface
past mood and manner
past human heart
past motive and lies.

I can't help but think
He must have a plan
for this life He created
and entrusted to me.
A plan that is waiting
dressed up and ready
joyful and noble
abundantly free.

I can't help but think
His kindness is too good
that I don't deserve
this gift I must receive.
But, He says I'm worth it
He says He loves me
and I can't help but think
that I want to believe.

Oh, God...Help me believe...

The best is yet to be...

T2,


God is awesome and he deserves our full submission!

I GIVE HIM ALL HONOR AND PRAISE!!!

Amen!!!

The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, My strength, in whom I will trust; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold. Psalm 18:2

John Trevino

T2
A thoughtful poem. That's what it's all about. Grace and mercy to an undeserving people.