Basking in God’s Grace

Wondering where to go when I was broken . . .

With scared steps I entered the church

Like a rabbit or a lamb;

But I was dirty

And ashamed.

People were there who truly did care.

With rod and staff to be sure,

Like a child or a teen.

I was reprimanded

And shamed.

Suspecting now, that those who were forward,

Had painful secrets inside

Of not measuring up

To the standards

They set.

Impossible standards that only He could hold;

And He expected us to live

Not under oppression

And fear, but

with joy.

Too scared now to enter His house anymore;

I worship on the couch in the living room

With YouTube finding the church, sitting

In happiness, thankfulness,

And peace.