Took Me Home

A Poem, By Joy Aletheia Stevens

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How could I be so very blessed

I don’t understand, this I confess

That You would take me as Your very own

Like a foundling child without a home

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You found me in an abandoned place

And Your hand caressed my tear soaked face

You held me close, told me I’d not be alone

And I knew more love than I had ever known

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And even as at times I turned away

And as my heart continually strayed

You never stopped Your faithful guard

Over my life, even as it I marred.

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And when I fell down into the pit

Driven by my very self down into it

You still reached out Your hands of grace

You still caressed my tear soaked face

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And when I was finally ready to let go

Of my pride, my will, and all I owe

You still called me your very own

You washed me clean, and took me home.

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Yet I will remember the covenant I made with you in the days of your youth, and I will establish an everlasting covenant with you. Ezekiel 16:60

Literally just written, inspired by Ezekiel 16 and by Francine Rivers brilliant book Bridge To Haven which I just stayed up most of the night reading.

~Joy Aletheia Stevens

Photo Credit: Lost Lonley Luggage by Luke Strange (CC BY 2.0)