In Your Embrace

by A.S. Chuba

So here I stand, with guilt upon my face;
How could I have so quickly run away?
And now I’m standing here, in Your embrace
Forgiven. I do not know what to say.
Over the years, months, and days,
I’ve sinned so much, yet You still grant me grace.

All this time, I’ve gotten so much grace;
I’ve kept rejecting You; I’ve turned away my face.
Yet during all these sinful days
From me You didn’t turn away.
“You have another chance,” You say,
And let me back in Your embrace.

And I’ll be safe in Your embrace;
When I repent, You give me grace.
To You, all my faults, I say,
And you forgive me, a smile upon Your face.
I will try not to run away,
I have been gone so many days…

And still, after those years, months, and days,
You fold Your arms in an embrace.
You do not justly turn me away;
You just shower me with grace
And put a smile upon my face.
“I forgive you; sin no more,” is what You say.

“Father, thank You!” that is all that I can say;
And I hug You after all those days.
Still with mud upon my face;
Still, we lovingly embrace;
Still, You gave me all this grace;
I will never run away.

“I will never run away”
That is all I have to say,
And I won’t, without Your grace,
Be able to see more happy days
Always keep me in Your embrace,
So that I can see Your face.

With Your grace, I won’t run away.
Seeing Your face, I know what to say:
I’ll spend all my happy days in Your embrace.

A.S. Chuba is a 13-year-old Catholic girl in grade eight with a strong passion for poetry. She enjoys writing mostly dreamy freestyle poems without precise meter. She lives in Canada with her parents and four little siblings. She hopes to continue writing throughout her life and maybe bring a few people back into the True Fold.

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