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this poem is very faith forward. 
 

Path Forward - 21. By Pure Mercy

By Pure Mercy

By Brandon Haines

Sometimes the road feels endless…
like I’ve walked a thousand miles…
trying to find the place my soul can rest…
and all I can breathe out is…
“Lord, I’m tapped out.”

 

Sometimes the storms inside me
rage louder than the ones around me.

I’ve wrestled with myself…
with the shadows of my own ugly sin,
with the parts of me… that I wish I could bury…
and all that’s left in me whispers…
“Lord I’m tapped out.”

 

I’ve wandered long enough to ask the old
question…
How far must a man walk
before You call him Yours?

 

And the answer comes quiet,
steady,
like a hand on my shoulder:

My child You were Mine before your hands and keens
ever touched the earth…
before you ever crawled…
before you ever shed a tear…
even before you were ever in your mother’s womb…
You are My child.

 

By pure mercy,
You fought for my heart
long before I was even thought of.

By pure mercy,

You called me worthy
when I had no worth to offer.

 

Your arms feel like home-
the kind of home where…
I matter…

I belong…

I’m loved…
without earning a thing.

 

So here I am
done with running,
done with calling myself the Prodigal,
done with trying to prove what You already
decided.

 

If You come today,
my heart is ready.

If You wait,
my hope will hold.

 

Because deep down I know
this world isn’t home…
but Your arms are.

 

Come Jesus Come.

Copyright © 2025 Jean87; All Rights Reserved.
All negative comments on faith including but not limited to religion etc. will be forward to the staff. Thank You
Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. 
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