While searching through my digital archives, found a poem I’d written during college.
Alone, lost and weary
I trudged along the streets
The night grew quiet and eerie
Faster went my heart beat
I was looking for an answer
That would show me the way
I cried out “Abba Father”
He said “son this is the day”
I was roaming like a madman
Confused and torn apart
Nobody was there to hear
The cries of my broken heart
Then I met a friend
For me His life He lend
Taking the burden of my sins
I just can’t comprehend
He is the Heavenly father
Who sent His only son
For us wretched sinners
He called us one by one
Beautiful!
Praise God, and thank you for encouraging.