The Fallen

Church is where the fallen go

To sometimes be picked up

Bringing tribulations’ tears

To wash in Jesus’ cup

With grief that’s overwhelming

And failures written large

Expecting condemnation

But relieved to hear ‘No charge’

Our pains feel irreversible

We doubt we can go on

We drag ourselves regardless

With faint glimmer of the Son

And somehow light will penetrate

And fiercest writhing still

To send us back to try again

Re-armed to do His Will

 

 

 

 

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