"You Wrote of Me" (Original Poem)

 I see my life reflected in the pages of Your book

In every chapter, every line, and everywhere I look


From the Israelites' rejection of Your almighty love 

To manna You still sent them from Your storehouses above


Like me, they strayed from the narrow path time and time again 

Your faithfulness remained and You did not give up on them 


Even genealogy shows Your calculated hand 

Peace is knowing my future is what You've already planned 


You proved Your love when You inscribed stone tablets with Your laws

And in the darkest times You'll save me from the lions' jaws


When I think the battle's lost, You'll add hours to the day 

No force of evil can harm me when You stand in the way 


The smallest army You choose wins Your mighty victories 

Fulfilling prophesies to write Your hand in history


Every passage, every verse has been written for my sake 

So I can always find You in the midst of my heartbreak 


Even at my lowest, I know you won't give up on me 

Despite my fears and doubting, You will calm the raging sea


And when I find myself trapped in the belly of the beast 

I repent and turn to You and You grant me my release 


When I forget everything and run from all my fears

You find me in the desert, strengthen me, and draw me near


I doubt your unfailing promises as my patience fails 

Then You point to the stars, Your plan in glory You unveil


Every single word You speak is pure everlasting truth  

You have forever been by my side even since my youth 


You will guide me and protect me through all eternity 

For on every page of this book, I know You wrote of me


This poem is arranged in couplets, each line containing fourteen syllables. The inspiration is the Bible, God's unfailing Word, and the trials through which I have come to know His faithfulness. God bless you 💛


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