Only Mercy...

I'm here again, Lord,

Lost in the same shadow as before.

Is it too much to ask for this to be the last?

Or am I doomed to this revolving door?

It's heavy and it's hard

to keep living with the same old battle.

Some days Your Word is just words,

and I'm stuck climbing up a peakless hill.

So I think and I ponder,

and the hill becomes a mountain.

A sharp one with edges and falling stones.

I'm back at square one,

trying my hardest to atone.

But memory is a funny thing.

It's like You gave me a mind and a heart

to keep and hold Your Word

that Your Spirit may use it to bring me to an old start.

Yes an old one and not new,

because You remind me once more

that shadows hold no power,

where Your Son has restored.

Snow is falling for the first time this fall,

and Your Word is suddenly alive,

because though my sins were crimson in the darkness,

they are now washed away in white.

And what is whiter than snow?

Is anything colder or more fresh?

Is there a color more beautiful?

Have I told You I'm blessed?

Because You, Lord, are bigger,

You're stronger, and You're good,

and today when I shunned You,

You brought only mercy in return.

"Come now, let us settle the matter," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." Isaiah 1:18