Saved by Love, Always

I find myself holding the knife of anger,

Ready to cut into my soul,

Ready to rip apart my being,

Ready to give in to the anxiety threatening

My life, my all,

I fall.

And I fall screaming, until my throat is raw,

Because I hate it,

I hate the way I begin to submit to the

Shards of darkness below.

It takes only one whispered cry,

To be caught and gently righted.

Cradled in a strong embrace,

Held by merciful hands.

And still I fall, Lord, still I fall.

And still You catch me, gently, quietly.

When I fall, I’m not scared anymore,

Of the brokenness and the sea of tears.

Before I land, I’m calmed

By the song of love.

And when I land, it’s not on the rocky shore below,

Instead, it’s in the quietness of Your grace.

Lp 2020