When light exposes the darkness
We all are ashamed.
We hide in the corner
To avoid the pain.
But what if there was something –
SomeONE who could help?
Would you confide in Him,
Or look at statues on the shelf?
He doesn’t reside on an alter,
Or in works of art.
He’s knocking at the door,
Of your fragile heart.
Would you accept His help,
If you believe He is true?
He’s knocking at the door,
Waiting for you.
Strength isn’t found only
In lifting weight.
He says we must enter
Through the narrow gate.
Perfection isn’t required
It’s ok to try.
Perfection misses the point
That’s the grand lie.
If you hear His voice
Don’t harden your heart.
The tomb is forever empty
To give us a fresh start.
Grit-Gratitude-Grace 