I drove to church
With a confident smile.
Even though—it’s been a while.
I knew God would accept me.
But before I entered the sanctuary
I was met with callous glares.
My sinful past—they were aware.
My confident smile began to fade
Like the bloom of a rose in autumn.
As I turned my back to exit again
I felt the coldness of guilt and sin.
But then a stranger passed me by
He said, “Well aren’t you going in?”
I told him there’s no room for me.
He whispered: “But I set you free.”
The stranger was the Lord Almighty.
Poem by Chad A. Damitz