The Working's Of God Poem by Timothy Venard

For she had turned away from God.
How could he love her still?
Could any God, great and good,
Love what a wretch as her?

For he had never known God,
And all that he could see,
Was the wool pulled over his eyes
By the peers who knew him well.

For her arms are red and bruised,
For she felt alone
And couldn’t see God’s grace in her
And she was unworthy of respect.

He didn’t want to do it.
The pressure was just to great.
And now he was alone and scared
And still, God loved him.

But then one day she found a place,
A place where she felt safe.
And there the lord God came to her,
And rescued her from herself.

He felt nothing but shame
But he was still forgiven,
And one day he’ll hear and realise
And then he will rejoice

Her arms are still red,
But the marks are starting to fade.
But one day in church, she found the lights
and realised God saves!

One day he’ll hear of how God Himself,
Came down in human form.
And let Himself die, so he might live,
And hopefully he’ll accept.