You knit me together with Your hands in my mother's womb. You bent down and breathed Your breath into me. You wrote all my days when there were none. You placed me in a garden, Gave me all I needed for this life. You set before me the tree of life. But when the wild creature began to speak to me— Lying, deceiving, whispering That You did not care for me— Your voice I did not seek. I gave in to deception And ate the fruit of lies That separated You and me. Yet You came looking for me, Calling, “Where are you?” I tried to hide and cover up, But You still pursued me when I was afraid. You asked, “Who told you you were naked?” Ashamed and still hiding, I blamed another, And he blamed the creature. You promised that one day Your Son Would strike the creature. Yet even then, You sacrificed and covered me with Your love And sent us on a journey. We kept growing, but the distance remained— Not only from God But from each other. Anger, hatred, jealousy, bitterness— The wild things entered o...
Honest expressions of life experience.