Tangled in a web of years.
Exhausted from endless tears.
Confusion and puzzles overbearing.
Loss of trust from so much sharing.
Hanging on just to let go.
Swinging hard to take a blow.
Struggling within a self created dark.
Upon a journey to find myself, I embark.
My sins, my guilt, my shame, my fault.
My consequences will not halt.
God is the only one who has seen it all.
From beginning to end, walk to fall.
Grace, forgiveness, and only His blood
Can restore in me the gift of His love.
Uncertain, unaware, and completely unknown
I search for answers, but not alone.
No one can live my life but me,
But only through Christ am I free.

4-2-2000 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire