In this world. There is a ticking time bomb in the center of my chest. The blood flows through my body, pumping this throbbing bomb, reminding me that my day will come.
In this world. I am a blemished offering. Men determine my value and find me lacking. They pass me up and give me no notice.
In this world. The tasks are endless. There is no relief from the monotony of stress. I can not hide from the burden of the suffering. War plagues the land. Contention and hate are the rulers of our time.
In this world you will have trouble, but take heart! I have overcome the world! He does the impossible, he reaches out to me. Truth takes my hand and leads me to the cross. Perfection paid the price for the sinner that was me.
Living with cancer, I am ridiculed for claiming the name of Jesus, but one thing I know, “I was blind but now I see.”
I do not seek answers. I will not debate. I was a useless beggar on the street when Jesus found me. There is no offer in all this world that can compete with the I AM that lives in me.