Poetry for the Soul

I have always loved to write poetry, probably because I think it is the most beautiful way to say something. Here is a piece that I wrote when contemplating the struggles of last year.


Why could I never see Your love
As if blinded by a cloud of Law?
Your smile bent down with compassion from above,
But dirty hands were all I saw.

But brokenness and fallow ground though pain You gave,
My soul's ears hear a joyful sound,
I am no longer a slave.
The light dawned...I can see
You purchased my reconciliation and I am free.