The Pasture
 

Verse of the Day

Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm.

— Ephesians 6:13
Tortoise
by lottie
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Trials

I am a tortoise,look at my shell Hiding me from outside hell Inside is a writhing mess Not what you'd expect,I guess Peeping out and feeling scared Doing things because I'm dared People think I am so brave But it's peace of mind I crave.

I'm a jelly,tall and bold As long as I am in my mould Need the form of strength and shape From my prison to escape Have to find another way Drop this mask that hides decay Cry out bravely for some aid Someone come,I'm so afraid.

Lord,You are the only hope Prop me up so I can cope Help me lay the lot on You Not by works,but faith in You You're my strength,my every step Give me vigour,give me pep Sticking closely to Your voice May You ever be my choice.

When I read your poem I thought "here is honesty and grace at last." It seems so few evangelicals have much to say about authentic grace. After 30 years of legalism, I came out of my "shell" withered for lack of that most salubrious sustenance, God's amazing grace.

In the mainstream churches I search for it, finding a morsel here and there, but not the abundance I crave.

Grace for me is understanding I am that creepy creature in the shell, but knowing that Jesus finds me most beautiful. And that if He finds me beautiful then beautiful I am indeed, for He not only speaks truth, He is Truth.

You have found a winsome way to give voice to my heart's knowledge: "all my hopes are pinned on Him."

He is sufficient.