Unscripted- a poem by Priscilla Sereng

It feels unscripted—

That You entered the world in a humble home,

While angels sang gloriously and heaven shone.

It feels unscripted—

That You walked this land,even on water,

Healed the bleeding,restored a daughter.

It feels unscripted—

That You, with no sin, upon a cross would die,

For one born in sin, to gain eternal life.

It feels unscripted—

When nails and a tomb were more than enough,

Yet love prevailed, You came back for us.

It feels unscripted—

When the mouth fails to speak,

Yet with wordless groans, the Spirit intercedes.

It feels unscripted—

A thousand may fall at my side, ten thousand to my right,

But near me it will not come, for in You, I abide.

It feels unscripted—

That You love us all, equally and unconditionally,

Yet we wrestle to love- ourselves and others, compassionately.

It feels unscripted—

Yet You, O Lord, have always known

The end, right from the beginning.

And You, O Lord, have set before us

Death and life, curses and blessings.

So unto You we pray, O Sovereign One:

Help us walk by faith, not sight,

To follow the path narrow, not wide,

To embrace love and what is right,

And follow Jesus—the Way, the Truth, and the Life.

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