2 Sep


Not cheap


Under no condemnation

Never fearing separation


And costly

Not junk I take because it is there

Priceless treasure purchased by another

God’s Son, my friend

He has made me free

All my rot is cast away

It rolls around in my memory

Regret is real

But more real is the love of one who knew all about me

One who knew every dark thought, every shameful action

Yet claimed me

Yet saved me

Not with a hand of pity but with an embrace of mercy

Running to meet me on the road

Kisses from God

A slave to sin dressed like a king

Brought into the family


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