As many of you know, my brother Harold was diagnosed with stage three lung cancer last fall. He completed chemotherapy and radiation and is doing well, so far. For this blessing, I am so very thankful. Each day is truly a blessing.
I wrote this poem a few years back when I was experiencing a low point. Life is about highs and lows; nothing stays the same, neither the darkness nor the light. Life is about changes. Jesus, however, never changes. Here is my poem:
Thinking About Jesus
Jesus,
God of the lost,
God of the outcast,
arms outstretched in an embrace for the least of us.
Jesus,
promising to wash us clean from the filth of this life.
Jesus,
promising to keep us company in the darkest hour after the sun goes down on our dreams.
Jesus,
with his bloodied side washes away every tear we have ever cried.
Jesus,
God that remembers what it is like to be abandoned at the eleventh hour.
Jesus,
who remembers the least of us.
Jesus,
God who embraces and loves the lost, the hurting, the desperate.
Jesus,
who grants hope and peace and second chances.
Jesus,
who embraces the world and shares our sorrows and never abandons us in our darkest hour.
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