All You Asked

Writing this poem was quite an emotional journey. The first two verses came so easily, and then it just stalled after the opening of the line: "I tried to say a prayer --." Nothing. It was so frustrating, and I struggled for hours. Finally, like the poem, I was overcome with tears as I realized that God was using this poem to remind me of something.

I tried to write a poem -- but there aren’t words to rhyme

that ever could express a gift of love that’s so sublime.

You gave your only Son for us, for all mankind -- for me --

that we -- that I -- receive your Grace and Love eternally.

I tried to write a song -- but the music can’t compare

with the heav’nly sound of mercy that you have sought to share.

You found a way to bring us home, for all of us -- for me --

to once again behold your Grace and Love eternally.

I tried to say a prayer -- when I got down on my knees,

I bowed my head, but all that came were tears where words should be.

I wept for all you’ve given me -- the price that your Son paid,

and in my tears you somehow heard the words I’d failed to say.

Finally, then, I understood -- you did not seek a song,

and poems lost in rhyming words were wasted and all wrong.

The thanks you sought were simple, and I finally came to see,

all you asked was that I love you -- as you have first loved me.