Gospel Peace Prevailing

You are unique said God to me,

No one on earth can duplicate thee,
I gave you special gifts and qualities
that in no way can be mimicked with ease...
Yes Lord, I now humbly bend my knees.

Butterflies and photography my loves,
certainly, as any eye can plainly see.
My joys are unique and gifts from God to me.
Yet striving I see in earnest plea,
but in the end only imitation left to be.

Fixation of the kind I believe,
but difficult in the mind to retrieve
acknowledgement of wrong doing
from blinded sin disordered and ongoing.

Sneaky gifts showered at times,
intentions coerce, deceive and connive?
I do not know, God judges the heart,
but partake of these, No, I will depart,
instead focus, humble and surrender my heart.

Half truths told a name plunged in mud,
Personal thoughts read, reversed, taught with a thud,
Slander spoken, fire started, the Body of Christ parted.
So heavy hearted it seems hopeless at times
then I'm reminded of Him who speaks my rhyme.

Is the point to kill, steal & destroy,
to taint and ruin all of my joys so real,
or is it all just a simple ploy
for selfish gain and needy appeal?

Say there's change evident?
But little if any at all I see.
Evidence points still to wrong indeed,
which makes me furious for a while,
but in return shall never hurt or beguile.

Anger and frustration bubble from within,
but I in my Lord will never give in.
Sin is sin over and over again,
Yet He is my Shelter, Father and Friend.

A past between, yes indeed,
But henceforth I have no need.
That chapter closed forever more
never again to be restored.

Fairness, a gift for me to give?
That time yes passed and once was lived.
Grace given, over abundance the kind,
so now rest I with peace of mind
knowing that God will be found
through wise counsel of Reformed renowned.

Try and try and try, effort displayed,
there is not a word that I will say.
An open door I will not give,
but by grace and abundant peace live.

I am finding my joy in Christ alone,

which is set, chosen, carved in stone.
Still I moan under the grief of intrusion,
yet my heart aching knows the conclusion.

So I pray God heal and mend the soul,
this kindness mine as heaped burning coal.
He is my Healer, Protection, Rock and Care
and this is One I'm more than willing to share.

Christ is sufficiently enough the Gospel to share.
He will never no never leave us impaired.
All of us change most certainly do need,
but only to please One burning eye need heed.
Lord Jesus Christ have mercy please,
on my wretchedness, a sinner I am indeed.

This is the Only Hope to which I cling,
all others will fail to make my soul sing.
So to You I run and hide my breaking heart,
at Your side I shall cleave and never depart,
because You my Creator have set me apart.

Unique, beloved daughter, so special to You
only because of Your faithful mercy and grace,
demonstrated on Your beloved Son's face,

brutally hung on a cross, a death just for me.

Gospel indeed loving,victorious, joyous, free and true,

lifts my heavy heart, soul and mind to You.