Through my own spiritual incompetence,
I am a failure---flawed and faulty.
Yet, believing in faith, and aware of my need for a Savior,
I know I have been saved and redeemed because
my Savior never fails, nor is He flawed or faulty.
Sin, like roughly fashioned jailhouse shivs
cuts into me, seeking to imprison me in death,
and cause to my spirit an incessant strife.
But I know and believe, with every breath,
that my Resurrected Savior triumphantly lives,
and I know how much sin is mine, and that He forgives
it all and has called me unto eternal Life,
unto ages of ages with Him:
and this is no mere wishful thinking, nor frivolous whim.
Starward