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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./autho r