Have you experienced times in your Christian walk
where it seems if you were the very last item on God’s agenda and he had barely
started His list? (Please let me know I’m
not the only one).
I was quite a few years into my walk with God when I
was hurt to the point that I felt broken, bruised and quite forsaken by
God. So in my humanistic way of thinking
I thought well if God doesn’t care why should I…? Thankfully He didn’t give up on me and out of
that experience I wrote the above poem. I'm so glad that almost, doesn't count..