when did you pick up the pieces
i’m sorry i missed that part
the last thing i can remember
is crying over my broken heart
i don’t recall when you saved me
my eyes were closed when you pulled me to shore
i once was lost, my life missing
you found it, broken, lying on the floor
who was i? before you made me?
changed me . . . brought me to grace
would i even recognize her?
or, would i be ashamed to see that face
when Lord, did you cleanse me?
for my sins are white as snow
and the scars i had, i’ve thrown away
to look at me, you’d never know
i’ve forgotten Lord, the girl i was
blackened by satan’s grip
a slave to him from below
wounds made from the dark master’s whip
crying in the dark
nothing but a mere dot
you cared enough to love me
and for my life you fought
you fought against the prince
that owns this wretched place
you fought against my flesh
“that soul won’t go to waste!”
oh father, i’ve been sleeping
blind to all you’ve done
i was just living my life in vain
while you gave up your only son
forgive me Lord, i love you
but sometimes i forget
that you died to save my life
and how you paid my endless debt
A Christian poem by: Tiffany Mather