A poem apropos of Lent

My Name

I searched the depths within my soul

Unworthiness there loomed

The din of burdened days foretold

A life of torture doomed

Whence through the fog of bitter tears

Came forth a whispered name

Then straining all my might to hear

A voice to pierce my shame

Above the shrill of yester’s pain

The whisper yet grew clear

When as one washed in gentle rain

I felt my Lord draw near

My name He spoke repeatedly

In tones I’d never heard

At once a beckon “come to Me”

Consuming love His Word

Within the view of One so pure

My demons bid take flight

 Yet drawn to stay by Mercy’s lure

I knelt within His sight

Relentless Lord who calls to me

With gaze of brilliant light

My every weakness His to see

And yet His love burns bright

The shadows cast by struggles past

Once lumined by the Son

Reveal a treasure unsurpassed

Redemption for me won

Amidst the echoes of dark days

No more shall I abide

Instead I’ll listen for my name

From Him who for me died