More Than a Savior

Poetry, Thoughts

When God showed up to rescue me, I was highly addicted to crystal meth, weighed under 100 lbs and lived in a little shack with my boyfriend where he cooked and sold meth.  We stole food from the grocery store to eat and literally had nothing except our habit and a life consumed with fulfilling that habit.  

You’re more than a Savior to me

You are the One who came to rescue me

You showed up when no one else could

You came into the darkness like You said You would.

And now I am free

Free to get to know You

As the One who has captured my soul.

Jesus You’re more than a Savior to me.

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Joy

Poetry

And then on the road 

As I’m walking

Weary and tired, worn feet

He appears by my side

With gentle footprints

Singing a new song over me
Psalm 30:5
“For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.”