Comfort
Why do I turn
back to those places you saved me from?
The pleasure is momentary,
not eternal.
The corners of darkness
tempt,
but offer nothing of comfort.
Why do I walk
among those who hide from the light?
Pushing aside
Your love,
saving You
for a day when I am overcome
with despair.
My God,
why are you always there
waiting for me?
Why are You always eager
to take me into Your embrace,
love me
and call me Your child?
I deserve
not one ounce
of Your precious blood,
and yet
You shed every drop,
over and over,
that I might turn again
toward the comfort of Your love.
copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr
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