Poem: I Drove To Church

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