But God

There was a time
when we were lost,
naming ourselves
and paying the cost.

For a life marked by a breath
of stale, thinning air,
navigating the voices
that threatened to hold us there.

A fragile and weary body
collapsing under the load,
striving to atone
while kicking against the goad.

An ache deep in the marrow
where our spirit groans,
a creature’s cry
to breathe life
into these dry bones.

But God.

Rich
in mercy,

stepped into the valley
where weary hearts lay.

To outstretch His hand
and lead us in the way.

But God—
who heard the groaning
deep within our chest,

drew us near
into His humble breast.

But God—

great
in love,

spoke life—
and whispered hope
from heaven above.

His magnificent grace—
a holy exchange.

My labored breath
met mercy,

and the air
began to change.

I am His—
my Savior from birth.

No longer wandering
through borrowed names,
no longer fighting
for my worth.

And He calls us
chosen.

Long before our youth
He gave us purpose—
a life,
a name,
a truth.

No longer striving
to earn a place to stand.

He leads us
with cords of kindness
through the steps
His hands have planned.

Because He died,
we live—

holy,
blameless,
forgiven,
and free.

No longer orphans.

We were blind,
but now
we see.

He shapes us
heart beside heart,
with fresh eyes
calling us home.

Because we were never meant
to walk this road
alone.

Sealed with a promise,
and good works
prepared long ago—

God’s living poetry.

Created
to sharpen,
to love,
to grow.

To shelter one another
whatever the weather,
to be a city on a hill—

to be
alive—
together.