Out of the depths of my transgression, my heart screams for relief.
I grumble – I complain – I even blame God for my shortcomings.
How dare I challenge the Creator of heaven and earth?
Who do I think I am that I can question the One who molded me in my mother’s body?
I am but a worm – an insignificant gnat who persists and bothers.
In my distress a quiet voice reaches my ears. It tells me not to be afraid.
The voice is comforting and for a moment I let myself be soothed by its gentle caress.
Again I stumble. My feet cannot follow all the regulations for my life.
My hands feel useless. My heart is empty. I lose hope.
Again He whispers, “Do not be afraid.”
It is like the spinning of a revolving door – in and out of belief – around and around,
Spinning, falling, helplessly, hopelessly. From the darkest part of my existence
He comes to me again – “Do not be afraid” – He lifts me and carries me to safety.
He is the Light of the world – I rest in the strong arms of my Savior. Jesus!
ORIGINAL ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©