Gavel

In my hand I hold a gavel,
I use it to condemn the lost.
All around the world I will travel,
and all of the bridges I cross.
I search to find justice,
for my unending pain,
and stand passing judgement,
on those who’ve sinned the same.
Running to hurt, those who’ve heart me,
Falling again, Can’t you see???
Broken, beaten, battered and bruised,
I’ve lost all I’ve had-which was nothing to lose.
Falling to my face, My knees give way
for the first time, I am at a loss as to what to say.
Facedown in the dirt, slime and mire,
relief is now the only thing I desire.
How can you forgive a man like me?
When I’ve been everything but what you wanted me to be.

 

 

 

 

How He loves