My Past without God My Past with God 

· Poems

I look back on four months past,
When darkness crept into my life,
And I wondered how long I would last.

I blamed You, God, for heartache and pain,
Asked why You made me this way,
I felt shortchanged by my lack of gain.

I focused solely on one person then,
Shutting out all my friends, and You,
Hiding behind a curtain.

Pains from the past caught up to the present,
I soon forgot Your love and blessings,
Forgot the friends You sent.

With one blow, Satan knocked me down,
My spirit shattered into a thousand pieces,
My will died without a sound.

Then the sun rose, its rays hitting my face,
A new day, a new life,
Was about to begin with Your grace.

You sent someone who showed me the truth,
About Christianity, grace,
And who I am in You.

Gently, You picked up my broken soul,
Began putting the pieces back together,
Adding some, deleting others, making me whole.

The one person I focused on,
You cast away,
And replaced her with Your Son.

Satan came, with punches of guilt and shame,
I again felt alone and worthless,
But this time, I didn't play his game.

I got down on my knees and started to pray,
One by one, I gave You my sins,
And there in Your hands, they will stay.

I felt renewed, forgiven, and cleansed,
By Your blood, I am healed,
And now able to make amends.

I turned back to the Person I turned away,
Behind me then, now in front of me,
In Your arms, I finally lay.

By,

Jeff Dalton