If only I could talk to God face to face today,
I wonder what I could bring myself to say.
Would I try to point out how good I am,
Or maybe apologize for always seeming to get myself into jams.
Would I have the nerve to look our Father in the face,
Knowing that I don’t truly deserve His loving grace.
Could I touch those precious hands of Christ,
Knowing the pain He suffered and the reason of His sacrifice.
He shed His blood till there was none,
Abused, beaten, and nailed to that cross, God’s only Son.
And even in His pain filled mind,
He asked His Father to forgive us, how could He be that kind.
So Father if I could speak with You today,
I don’t think I could muster any words to say.
Except maybe how much I love You, and how much I know that You love me,
And I am trying so hard to be the man You want me to be.
Inspired by: If You Could Talk to God: Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri