i'm a poet, bet you didn't know it.

something i wrote a while ago.


if He appeared:


If Christ appeared at my house one day,
I try to imagine what I'd do and say.


Would I avoid His gaze and put on a show,
hoping inside me, that He wouldn't know,
that I've lost who I am and can't find my way,
and with guilt I remember the price that He paid.


But He sees right through me and knows what I've done,
regrets surround me, I want to turn and run.
Satan takes over in that single moment,
I'm not worthy enough for the atonement.


His grace overwhelms me, as does His love.
But questions arise, "Am I fit for above?"
The Holy Ghost warms me just to reassure,
Christ died that I may repent and be pure.


or


Could I tell my Savior and brother, It's me!
I've lived every moment with thoughts of thee.
I have tried my best to do what is right,
by living the gospel and sharing the light.


I've made my share of mistakes, I'm sure,
but through repentance, I'm made clean and pure.
Could my Redeemer look at me and see,
I've done all I can with what He's given me?


Did I try to help others along the way,
that we may all return to him someday?
Can I testify and witness of His love?
By faith we can reach His courts above.


When He appears I hope I can say
that I've done my best every single day.