Undeserving

I do not deserve the grace You pour out on me.

I do not deserve the light bringing me in from the shadows.

I do not deserve the echo of Your whisper in my ear.

I do not deserve a single splinter from the wood of Your cross.

I do not deserve the thorns pressed into Your scalp.

I do not deserve the bread You offer, or the wine.

I do not deserve to be served at Your table.

I do not deserve forgiveness for any weak addictions.

I do not deserve Your peace or Your love.

I do not deserve the blood You have washed me in.

What do I deserve for cursing You,

for turning my back on hope and celebrating vices?

What do I deserve for striding through dark alleys,

purposely staying out of the light,

and pushing You away for the moment?

Am I not Cain?

Am I not the multitudes laughing at Noah?

Am I not the chosen being led off into slavery?

And still...

You extend Your arms

to embrace all that I have defiled.

You have washed the mud from my face and hands,

blood for my offenses.

You have offered me manna

and a seat at Your table.

All I need to do,

is step from the shadows into the light

and accept what I do not deserve.

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