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.

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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