None of us are perfect. As hard as it may be to believe, we all annoy somebody. I would like to suggest that the world divorce rate isn’t high just because people find it hard to be loyal. It isn’t high just because people find it hard to forgive. It is high because nobody marries themselves. Everybody lives with another human being whose reasons for thinking the way they do seems right to them and whose reasons for doing what they do seem justified in their eyes. Thankfully, our God in heaven knows us intricately yet still loves us. Not only that, he still hangs around when everyone else has given up on us – isn’t that great?
There’s coffee in the sugar,
There’s mould on the ham,
Toast crumbs in the margarine,
And butter in the jam.
She is so imperfect.
He’s defective and perverse.
They are all quite tainted,
But God knows you are worse.
Yes, we are more horrible
Than our conscience would believe.
We’re nastier and more evil
Than our minds perceive.
We’re deficient of true love,
Lazy and malicious,
With a tendency to think
Our sin is fictitious.
But we’re gossips and we’re proud,
We watch too much telly,
We eat too much chocolate
For the size of our belly.
We sulk when things go wrong,
We boast when there’s success,
We want to be admired
For the funky way we dress.
We crave recognition,
We long for much respect,
We want our opinions
To always be correct.
We want sympathy when sad,
And there’s anger and tears,
When it seems God is silent
And not answering our prayers.
But did you see God smile?
Did you see him wink?
He knows you are more vile
Than you actually think.
Yet he still loves you greatly,
You are his delight.
Despite your sinful nature,
He wants to hold you tight.
He wants to protect you
From your degeneration.
Because all of your iniquities
Are an abomination.
Our actions and our thoughts
Are corruption in his eyes,
And because he is a holy God,
He needs to chastise
So, he sent his precious son.
The only one he had,
And said to him quite sadly,
“Creation’s turned out bad.
Will you take their punishment
By dying in their place?
Will you let them beat you up
And mar your gorgeous face?
Will you take their sins
As if they were your own?
Will you die in agony
Rejected and alone?
For when you are penalised
For their heinous behaviour
And they gladly accept you
For becoming their Saviour…
I will look upon them
And see your sacrifice,
And be pleased with the blood
That paid the purchase-price.”
So, you see my dear friends,
Jesus was attacked,
To pay the precious ransom
That your goodness lacked.
No matter what your faults are,
Your soul was deemed worth saving.
God has affection for you,
Even though you’re misbehaving.
By now, you are thinking,
When will this poem end?
But I want to let you know
God’s thrilled to be your friend.
To him you are sensational.
For you, he has affection.
Stop trying to earn his love.
He cares not for perfection.
You make God smile because
He knows your potential.
But accepting his free gift
Is the thing that is essential.
So, open your hard heart
And let him come inside.
He wants to forgive you.
That’s why Jesus died.
