NOT OVER

I've wrestled with demons

Laid dead on the rocks

Heard the whispers of angels

Cut my hands on the Cross

I've marched out of order

Defied every rule

Imagined I was master

But I was a fool

I've been ruined and shattered

Deserved every blow

You'd think I'd know better

That you reap what you sow

But my Father's not like me

Though I've done what I've done

His arms are wide open

His love never runs

Though I've nothing to offer

No treasure or gold

My heart I lay broken

To be healed, to remold

My story's not over

My lungs still have breath

For His mercy surrounds me

'Til I enter His rest
I'm not over

By Steven Bliss
© 3/10/2016