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Just how could it possibly be worse? Reasoned I must be the most unfortunate person on earth, I thought.. I've never really been superstitious, but could this be a 'curse'? An acquaintance of mine, one of those 'born-again' types, I called them, Had quite a different take on my case; She called it Gods' purpose to display His greatness, Me however...I just wish my problems would disappear without a trace. I must admit a lot of her words sounded good, All this talk about grace and agape love; Though I needed to ask her about that word, 'agape', One of the phrases she spoke that seemed to interest me the most, Was the message of the healing blood of the Son. For the first time I opened the family Bible (before, I never seemed to be in the mood), As if intended, it opened up to a particular page, Saying that for a believer, all things work out for good; Now finally reflecting on my own self-pity, I decided it was time for a change. I had never been much for the act of prayer, So I relied mostly on the one my friend had taught; That painfully familiar sense of emptiness began to subside, Replaced by a warm, loving presence of which I became aware. I stand before you now one of those previously-mentioned 'born-again' ones, People for which I had very little use; But I now know I'm forgiven, looking forward to eternity with the Holy One, My soul redeemed by the blessed blood of the Son. |
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