My heart was hard, or so it seemed.

A million trips to the cross, without feeling redeemed.

 

I knew in my head, why Jesus was killed,

And my Bible is full of prophecies fulfilled

 

But still I ached, I needed more

To really experience a break from the Law

 

I heard his blood could cover my sin

To cleanse me, heal me, deep within.

 

So in prayer I wrestled on:

 

“My God, come quickly to my side.

I know your truth within my mind,

But access to my heart has been denied.

 

“Somehow bring about my healing

I’m numb inside. I have no feeling.

Please, no equation for my brain,

Just You Lord God, to take my pain.”

 

And then I glimpsed, in my minds eye,

The risen Jesus- glorified.

Him and I in precious time.

 

Held secure in shadow of Cross,

No longer feeling cold and lost.

His blood now flowing through my heart,

Knowing that real life could start.

 

 

 

 

Poetry by Andrew Horton