A Poem of Grace

Hey Ya'll! I've kind of stopped writing poems, but I had an idea for one, and I figured that since I haven't posted in a while, I might as well share it! It's definitely in need of some heavy duty editing, =) but I thought I'd share it anyway. Feeling like I have to measure up (to God's expectations, mine, and of course other people!) is something I definitely struggle with, and hopefully this poem will remind you (and me!) that our worth and identity is found solely in Jesus! Thanks for reading, and have a fabulous day!


Defined by Grace

Standing at the measuring stick

Dazed at just how tall it is

Expectation towers high

Scoffing at how hard I try

You know you’ll never measure up

Failure says “not good enough”

You’re falling when you need to fly

Hitting ground hard—why even try?

Distant hope fades to dread,

The waking sun goes back to bed.

Storm clouds roar inside me ear

I’m torn between trust and fear.

But He says:

“Your victories don’t define you!

Your failure is purchased and paid.

Your battles aren't graves that describe you!

You’re loved by a King who has saved!

Your identity is not in success,

Worth is not in what you hold

Your value springs forth from the price that was paid

To ransom your captured soul. “

Standing at the measuring stick

Dazed at just how tall it is

Expectations tower high

Scoffing at how hard I try

Jesus broke that measuring stick

My sin is exchanged with His holiness

My failure replaced with victory

The death He paid has ransomed me

 I trust in the One who saves

Who triumphs in my darkest day,

Teaching me to live as free,

A new creation, no longer me!

“Your victories don’t define you!

Your failure is purchased and paid.

Your battles aren't graves that describe you!

You’re loved by a King who has saved!

Your identity is not in success,

Worth is not in what you hold

Your value springs forth from the price that was paid

To ransom your captured soul. "