welcome home {a poem}

I lie still in the silence,

The whole world at rest,

While the weight of a thousand sorrows,

Lays heavy on my chest

I know not my own weakness,

My strength I cannot find,

With passion I run after you,

But end up leaving you behind

Oh, the bitter taste of sin,

My wicked heart, a stone,

This weight upon my shoulders

That I picked up all on my own.

In thy dear mercy, please hold me

My famished soul do fill,

And upon this guilty back of mine,

Lord, please clothe me still.

Thy coat I do not deserve,

Nor for my presence to even be known,

Yet you wrap me in your loving arms,

And whisper, “welcome home.”