The Power of His Mercy

Dark and gloomy do the sky look.
Oh! A remorseful atmosphere indeed.
Regrets and pain flow through my veins,
At times I wish I weren’t me!

Life on earth is to suffer,
Much without answers or reasons.
Where do I quench my queries?
Those always taunt me unceasingly.

How long can one pretend?
It’s like hiding fire in the straw.
Deep within I feel the urge,
To cast all of myself unto Him.

A great light shone on my soul
To reveal the filthiness in my heart
Then was I overcome with shame,
Remembering the sins of the past.

And when touched by His grace,
I moved from darkness to light,
To experience immense joy, unending;
A thing never felt before.

Yet God wasn’t ashamed of me.
Gently He took me by His hand,
And with love prepared me
To show the power of His mercy.

With sorrow did I weep,
Repenting of my sins.
My tears bathed my past
And cleansed me new.

Finally, after much longing and yearning
With peace was I filled.
Then was I immensely overcome
With a great sense of joy.

All my sins were put to ashes
By him who is all mercy
The past, does he remember not
But made me new and clean

One thing will I remember,
That my sins have been wiped out.
Yet one thing will I forget not,
That I have a savior who loves and forgives.