God's Blanket

In the winter of my soul
when I fell over a drift
of my own creation
I thought not mercy
could ever undo
the stain from my humiliation.

Left bruised and battered
with no one to blame,
but the errors of my own steps,
my wounds bled their sorrow
nothing could seem to stop.

Dwelling where the cold darkness
perennially controlled my heart,
there was no hope in my spirit
that this misery or pain
would ever disappear or be forgotten,
constantly visible
anytime I looked into the mirror.

Then in my deep hole of despair
God’s hands covered me in his blanket
though I knew it was undeserved.

It warmed and healed what I assumed
was my cursed fate for all my wrongs,
knowing it was not a reward
for the wretched nature of my life.

How I cherished this gift
never understanding its blessing,
just accepting that the Lord
truly loved without conditions,
even when we stumble
and have no excuse for our wayward ways.