Our Father Poem by Mark (Owen) Williams

Our Father



When I was down and at my lowest my world collapsed so broke, alone.
You guided me through endless sorrow, you guided me back to your home.
I felt forgotten and left to wither upon the vine of failing dreams.
A prison cell was in my future, a wasted life torn at the seams.
I lost all hope I drowned in sadness, without a job a pitied mess.
Corrupt in mind and failed commitments, a wasted life of woe and stress.
All I was lay now in ruin, as past success soon turned to dust.
Suicide became companion without a friend, for death I lust.

But you responded to my pleading, you came without condemning me.
Secured in grace you gave me comfort, your reassurance set me free.
You were my crutch when I had crumbled, cutting through my dark despair.
No more in shadow your protection, those words of kindness showed you cared.
You gave me strength to continue onwards reborn again you helped me mould.
My life anew rebuilt my chalice, my cup once rotting now turned gold.
Why did you choose this humble servant? This sinful child who gave you shame.
Why did you dare bestow your pity on one whose husk was filled with pain?

I thank you Lord for your great kindness, for the sacrifice of your dear son.
Through this comfort, wisdom, guidance, the gift you gave – salivation’s won.
The debt you paid just to keep me, to make me part of your true fold.
My head held high no more to cower, my pride, my mind, restored, foretold.

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A religious poem about the Lord
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