I was lost and all alone, I was broken and afraid, I cried out and received no reply. Does anyone see me, does anyone care? Is anyone there who hears my cry? I see a man walking, clothed in righteousness Darkness flees, He reaches out to the hurting. The lost become found, the broken are healed. But why would he care about me? im just a child im beyond reach, im beyond help. No one cares about me He sees me I run hide in fear of what he might think of me. My past no one would care im not worth anything to anyone I come from a broken family. Why would anyone care? The man I saw comes over to me, Whispers in a sweet beautiful voice "come to me my child, I love you" You are worth everything to me. He tells me a story, A story of a man, A man who loved you so much That he gave his life for you Crucified on the cross For your sins, for the sins of others So that you may be forgiven. So you can have serenity and comfort in your time of need. A man who was rejected by all but showed everybody love. A man who only spoke the truth and was crucified for it. Just so he could be with you because he loved you so much. That man will never leave you or forsake you, You are worth more than anything else in this world, You are his child, he wants to be with you. That man is always there for you, he is always with you. Even when you walk through the valley, he is with you. His name is Jesus, Emmanuel-God with us. That man is me. I love you, you are my child, I will never leave you. I know youve been hurt, i know you are broken. But I am here to heal your brokenness. I will hold you in my arms I will never let you go. I know your weakness, But I love you anyway. I see your sin. But I love you anyway. I know your past, But I love you anyway. I know your future, And I still love you. The choice is yours, You can choose to follow me, Or deny my name and all I have done for you. You can choose to believe, Or you can chose to say I dont know this man and want nothing to do with him. Follow me or go your own way in this journey you call life. Just remember i love you and i will never leave you No matter what you do. Follow me and have serenity during your storms, Or live life and all your struggles alone. I chose to follow Jesus, My Lord, My God, My King, My Savior, My Everything. My life is in his hands, im never going turning back on him. I love him so much, he is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will give it all just to follow to him. He has done so much for me, has healed me of my past, and loved me. Who could ask for anything more, With him there is forgiveness, there is love, there is hope. There is serenity. I know there will be storms and troubles in this life, Still i will hold on to Jesus, I will never let him go. There are going to be days when I cant feel him next to me, but I know hes always there, protecting me, and guiding me on my way Through this journey called life. He always shows up, it may be at the last minute but he always shows up. I am never alone, I never will be. God is always with me protecting me, guiding me, comforting me in my time of need. I place my trust in Jesus Christ, I give my life to him. I have serenity, Serenity is not freedom from the storm, But peace during the storm. God gives me strength to make it through the day. To live my life for Jesus, I wouldnt have it any other way. Come and listen to the voice of God calling out to you, Calling out your name in the storm, Come and listen to what He's done. Let me tell you what He has done for me. What he has done for you, What he has done for us. How much he loves you and cares about you. How much he cares about us. Praise our God for He is good. Praise our God for He is good. Praise our God for He is good. Praise our God for He is good. Listen to God; be amazed at what you will hear. Seek God; be amazed at what you will find. Love God; be amazed at the love he gives back.
Dear Laurie--You wrote: "Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace in the storm." Awesome insight. I'll have to remember that. That also means the storm when faith falters. Beautiful poem, my sister. Ron