Once a carcass
with a throbbing thing inside,
a complicated, corrupted heart
that ate up every lie.
So small and feeble,
weak, and unknowingly evil,
unaware of hoarding vain treasures
to your own harm.
Run by every wind of trend,
arbitrary in reasoning,
and turning every which way
at every fleeting promise ever made.
Restless at last you were found.
Shined on in your dark,
self-defeated on the ground.
This is when God came in.
Picked up and laid on His shoulder,
given food and water and rest and
He wants to invest Himself in you.
You were not meant to be swept up
in the tide of this age like a broom
to a dustbin, with no purpose.
You were not meant to be an empty vessel,
or for happiness to wrestle,
but chosen to contain a golden treasure.
And you weren’t meant to be down-worn,
but you were meant to draw strength
from that golden treasure store.
Not your own effort but His grace, His faith.
Not material blessing, but diving into
His riches, on His very self to gaze.
Standing firm and unshakable,
never hopeless on the floor,
but deeply rooted and grounded in the Lord.
That is why God came in.
Ecclesiastes 1:14 & 5:13; Luke 6:48 & 15:5; 2 Corinthians 4:7; Galatians 2:20; Ephesians 2:4-5