River of Grace

I've still been meditating on God's grace and mercy in lives of rebels such as myself.  Even though I've been a Christ Follower for so many years, my sin nature continues to pull me away from him.  Yet he continues to pursue and draw me back.  This is a poem reflecting those thoughts.

I am a leaf, fallen from the tree.
The wind carries me, I know not where.
The worlds distractions take hold of me;
I follow it's fads, concerns and cares.

Lord, plant me firmly in your vine
growing in your light that shines.

I am Gomer, restless, weak and untrue.
The idols of my heart consume me.
Loving myself and things more than you,
in the prison of shame I can't flee.

Lord, cleanse my heart and make me new.
Fill my heart with passion just for you.

I am a young child lost in a storm.
Fearful, I curl up tight and small.
There's nowhere to go that's safe and warm;
scared there's no end to the rain that falls.

Lord, may I find my shelter in you.
No matter the storms, you'll see me through.

An adopted child of the King,
I'm cherished, loved, and accepted.
If I stray from my Source of being,
I know I'll be found just as He said.

Lord, help me to seek and love you more
as your river of grace on me pours.