Monday Morning Poem: “Broken Roads”

Poem: “Broken Roads”

There are many broken roads in this

world. I’ve been down a few. Names
like Desperate and Lonely and Rage and
Lust and Envy. Every one of them
crisscrossing in the neighborhood of my heart.
Mercy found me shackled by my failures.
She told me to keep my eyes on
the celestial horizon, the boundary
between earth and heaven.
She whispered,
“Look there, and you’ll find the
stairway to your redemption.”
And I did.
God is not done with me yet.
I’ve been redeemed.
I’ve been set free.
I’m a new person.
I’m not who I used to be.
The old man in me is dead.
God is not done with me yet.