More often that I care to admit
I find myself
Dashing into shadows
To conceal myself 
Amongst the debris
Of the pain I have caused.
It is not because I enjoy
Shifting and rearranging
The excrement of my life
But more to hide my shameful face
From my Master.
Like Adam in the Garden
And Jonah in the whale,
I seek to flee the presence
Of the one who gave me life.
Once again, I have failed Him.
Once again, I have nailed Him
To the cross.
I desire no forgiveness,
For in my piteous state
I deserve no forgiveness.
But that is a human context
And serves neither God nor man.
“Forgive him, 
For He knows not what He does,”
Come the words from above
As blood washes over my head
And leaves me cleansed.
Proving once again that I am worthy
Not because of who I am
But because of who He is.
Once renewed,
I step into the light
Leaving the refuse
Of past failures and open regrets
Behind…
Laid carefully, intentionally
At the foot of the Cross.
Sweet Jesus, forgive me
When I attempt to pick them up again.


Rev Walt