My Doubts, My Story, My Song

By Joy Mastron

My Doubts

I keep thinking to myself,

Your grace is too much.

Will there ever be a day I find

Your grace is always enough?

My_Doubts,_My_Story,_My_Song

Will I ever not doubt?

Will my doubts be confirmed?

Indeed, I know I am not worthy,

Even more, for I sometimes think Your Love

Is wasted upon my life.

I’ve been told You are infallible,

And, of course, I know it’s true.

I can’t help but wonder,

If no one else could put up with me,

With my sorrows, my mistakes, my faults and failures,

Then why would You?

This poem, this scribble, this empty-hearted song,

Means nothing, means everything.

It’s only a whine, a self-pitying ramble

That’s just begging for attention.

A need for love and consolation,

That the world can’t satisfy.

So again, I ask.

Again, I wonder.

Will I ever discover

This was Your plan for my find-and-rescue mission?

Am I ever to believe that if I am a mistake,

I am a beautiful one? 

My Story

I am saved from sin’s power,

I am being saved from sin’s persuasion,

I will be saved, one day, from sin’s presence.

Since the day I was born,

I was building up a castle.

The towers were high,

But the foundation was fragile.

Each uneven brick

Held together by earthly standards.

Worldly morals

Locked my heart from the solution

To all of my sorrows.

Consumed with myself,

Sin was my pride.

Yet brokenness replaced my name;

Guilt possessed my mind.

The key to freedom was all too familiar.

I wasn’t willing to change,

Too pleasantly lonely,

Comfortably bitter.

I kept ignoring the cross,

Tomorrow was the day I would open that gate.

But He helped me to realize

Tomorrow won’t always wait.

His light reached inside,

Through the walls of my crumbling fortress,

I finally understood only grace saves—

Nothing less.

I sometimes struggle to remember

Christ has love and interest for me,

But because of His love,

Heaven is someday where I will be.

My Song

A desperate cry before the Throne,

Regretting decisions

And the seeds I’ve sown.

If only to return to when I had time;

A ticking clock

Wasted in rhythm and rhyme.

If nothing else, I felt

Rage, guilt, and fear.

I had built my own cage.

Ages before, He was offered to me.

Stubborn and sinful,

I was too blind to see.

All this would’ve been the case,

But with blinding, beautiful mercy

He showed me His grace.

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Comments

  1. I love these three little poems, my dear friend, they so beautifully express God’s grace. I’m so glad you decided to publish them through KP. I hope to see more, Joy!

  2. Joy, these show Jesus’ work in your life so beautifully! I’ve been meditating on the same glorious truths-that God would reach down so far and suffer so much for ones He knew despised Him and would wander from Him is astounding. Thank you for allowing us to read these poems.

  3. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing something obviously so deep and personal. 😉

  4. When Kingdom Pen published a poem, I usually quote one or two of my favourite lines in my comment. But with this one, I’d have to quote the entire poem! Joy, I have no words to express my awe at how well you capture your thoughts and emotions in this three-in-one piece. It is beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. And you must never stop. 🙂

  5. Joy, that was beautiful. I love poetry, and that just showed Yesu all through it. Thank you. Thank you for using that gift from God to give it back to him and us. Thank you.

  6. Great poem Joy!!! Enjoyed them very much! Hopefully I’ll be seeing more post from you!

  7. You’ve described almost perfectly what I’ve been going through and processing these last two days. Thank you for pouring your heart out so elegantly.

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