Running from the Son

The time I spent hunting sin, living on the run
I’d like to forget
Every moment spent
Running from the Son

Torment, discord, mal-content, it really isn’t fun
Wasting time
And soul and life
Running from the Son

He pursues His child beloved, leaves the flock behind
Love has found
A soul was bound
Now no longer blind

I surrender all the cares, giving up what’s mine
The Great I AM
Holds in His Hand
The life I’ve longed to find

Free from burden condemnation, all sin is washed away
With a view
To start anew
Each and every day

Longing now to walk with You, the battle has been won
There’s no alarms
Safe in Your arms
No longer Running from the Son

Copyright 2010 Christine Emmick
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Forgiveness

The presence of Faith does not preclude sin
The presence of sin does not preclude Faith
One acknowledges the other
Hands the pardon
And restores the connection

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Response to “Skeleton American”

This poem is in response to a piece called "Skeleton American" written by an author simply known as "Dan."

By Christine Emmick

Guilt of gluttony you fear more than all
Rattle your finger in alarm
While Forgiveness and Grace ask silently
To take you in Their arms

While fruit that would give you life
Sits rotting at your feet
Your pride of self and indignation
Give rise to defeat

Know the Maker of the vine of life
The One who made the frame
Can bring new flesh to cover bones
And wash away the shame


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