A LETTER TO GOD

Dear Heavenly Father,

Every morning I wake up and wish heaven was a physical destination,

Where I could race to seek Your audience whenever life tossed me into a situation,

For though I've read your word and partaken of your freedom and liberation,

I sometimes can't help but wish that we could share coffee, and have a face to face conversation.

You see, sometimes I wish that heaven had a postal address where I could send my mail,

Or a port of call that I could land for comfort whenever life storms made me frail,

Like a wounded warship keeling over with broken masts and a torn sail,

Limping home for warmth and comfort after the violence of raging storms and hail.

When reading your word I am amazed by the intricacy and depth of your mercies,

That you sacrificed your only son to die for me without considering my inadequacies,

Which are so many that I sometimes feel unworthy of your love and many promises,

But again you reassure me that you love me even in the deepest murk of weaknesses.

My soul has been weighed down by burdens of sin so heavy that it can barely turn,
Yet Your word says that its for sinners like me that you sacrificed your only son,
I try making it on my own but crash every time, in reminder that I am just a man,
Only for you to pick me up again and again, proof that your love is second to none.

Lord this day I pray, grant me a heart to love fully and unconditionally,
The zeal and drive to seek you truly and relentlessly,
A soul that puts trusts you totally and implicitly,
Above all, a life that is dedicated to you truly, fully and completely.

You Favoured Errant Son,

Patrick.

© Patolyer 2016