I am a Ragamuffin
Life recklessly abandoned
For the magnetic man
And His burning eyes of Love.
Who could stand in His Presence?
Who could behold His Majesty?
But alas, He stoops
Into the muck and mire of my sin
And wipes me clean
Gazes at me with those burning eyes
I call you Mine.”
How could anyone turn from Him?
How could anyone run from His eyes?
It’s His eyes
Aching with love for me.
Whose sins are uncountable
Piled higher than eyes can see.
Whose attempts at goodness are merely bloodied rags.
I am too sinful to hide my shame
And yet He calls me daughter.
Who am I that He would call me daughter?
That He would even glance my way?
But His ways are far above mine.
For He crouches down
And gazes into the deepest parts of who I am
And whispers my identity
Those eyes of Love…
I can never get enough.