Why...

Why did you follow
When I was trying so hard to lose you
Why did you persist
When I did everything to make you stop
Why did you love
When I was filled with hate
Why did you try
When I had already given up
Why did you choose me
When I chose them
Why did you call me perfect
When I called myself anything but
Why did you stay true
When I was living a lie
God, why did I take so long to see
When you were showing me the whole time?

06/01/07

Love, E.K.

The Hands of Mere Men

The hands of men are flawed and failing

Leading to hurt and anguish

What is held by them is often dropped

Broken, stained or ruined

Fringerprints that tarnish

They are far too often rough

Constantly intrusted with the treasures of the world

Much destruction is left

The joints falter, riddled with pain

Things are lost, never to be returned

The hands of mere men

Rape, murder and steal



The hands of God are mighty

In order to hold the world they must be

Each thing held is blessed

Broken, stained and ruined

Now renewed, forgiven

Fingerprints of grace and glory, unfaltering

Always kind, always true

Sturdy and stable

The hands of God were once pierced

By the hands of mere men

Only in the hands of God

Will the hands of men be cleaned


06/01/07

Love, E.K.