The Offering - Poem

Christ’s sacrifice on the cross was an acceptable offering to God. He took on the punishment that we deserve, so now because of His blood we have full access to the Father. This poem is a prayer that my life would be an offering to my King out of gratitude for all He has done for me.

Picking up the pieces of my broken heart 

Mending all the places that got torn apart 

Tenderly Your light’s invading all the dark 

Healing all the painful wounds that left a mark 

You make tapestries out of tattered things 

Mosaics out of shattered things

Your love is intersecting all my fears 

In a bottle you collect my tears 

You hold all my days and all my years 

You don’t run away from the hurt 

You get right down there in the dirt 

Gethsemane, You cried for me 

Calvary, You died for me 

Now You live inside of me 

My scars testify of Thee

Drowning in this hopelessness 

Trying to find ways that I can cope with this 

But You bring beauty from all my brokenness 

Crying in Gethsemane 

Then they hung You on a tree 

Your blood a holy offering

You’re the God who dignifies the process 

You spent six hours on the cross, yes 

Your body broken on the tree 

Your blood poured out for all to see

Communion with God’s enough for me 

Make my life an offering 

Of gratitude for all you’ve done for me 

My broken pieces brought back together

Feels like a cold day with a warm sweater

Written in red

You sealed the love letter

You’re my only consistency

Wave after wave of Your grace flowing over me

You plan my destiny

You know what’s best for me

These trials are just a part of the recipe

Please make my life an offering

In response to all You’ve done for me