Remembrance

I'd swore I'd die.

I didn't think there was enough of me left to go on living That day she left me with my heart clenched in her fist My life crumpled--ruined My will hissed out of me like air from a punctured balloon All that was left was a slowly fading remnant--broken and lifeless There were some long hard days for me ahead Each sighing breath--pain--each lonely, aching thought--pain At my lowest point in the dark I met You, my Lord and my Savior You held me and we both cried I showed You the raw, gaping hole in my soul You showed me the ones in Your wrists, side and feet I spoke to You of my lonliness, and You told me of Yours You swore You'd never leave, never despise or abandon me That day I made You my God, my Lord, my friend That once wretched remnant lived, he grew-he thrives All the books ever made-or ever will, filled end to end with praise, Could never do You justice-what chance could one poet's poem? So I give You again all that I am, all that I will be, and I am Yours

I remember.

Thom Jankowski