What is this heart, that is could withstand such pain? What has God given me that I become able to stand each time again? Can we find a life of mercy, when all we know has been despair? Are their words that speak salvation when I’ve lost the will to care? Is there a way to make things right when all I can remember is the will to hide? Not in me, but because He loved me, I confide.

I confide in the Promised one who knew me in the womb, doing things through the grace of God with each breath that I consume, reaching out to face the perfect dream one they told me would never show. In the midst of wounded memory as a young man running for his life, I found him in the dog house hiding with my life long friend. A hand held out in comfort making it so I could breathe again.

In my pride I ran from Jesus in my humility I fell, you see all the time I thought I understood He knew me much too well. Raging at the nightmare and throwing up my hands in my tears He just smiled as if everything I felt as it had all been planned. In my fury I took hostages and even those I love, Then He touched my shoulder briefly and it my life split open wide. All the pain and the punishment were all I’d ever known, but He showed the scars he took for me I knew then I’d never been alone

I confide in Jesus because He has promised me, to be devoted each and every moment and He’d certainly set me free. He stands upon His promises even when I’ve lost my way, He is the same now and forever and that’s what gets me through each day.