Maybe I Should Pay Attention In Church, Rather Than Writing Poetry... Poem by Heidi K. Haskell

Gideon threshed wheat in a winepress.
David hid out in a cave.
Elijah marked time in the wilderness.
Hiding, lowly, the wise and the brave.
Jonah had spite and depression around.
Moses faced self-doubt and hurt.
But God picks His heroes from holes in the ground,
And His prophets were covered in dirt.

And Abraham, father of nations,
Made the same mistakes over again.
And Paul, before roadside salvation,
Was the self-proclaimed vilest of men.
Or David, a 'man after God's own heart, '
Lists adultery among his works.
But, forgiveness being a Heavenly art,
God uses screw-ups and jerks.

Oh, the cowards, the doubters, the whiners,
The deniers, the slow to speak,
The petty, the redefiners,
The foolish and the weak.
Oh whatever the sin that one could choose,
Forgiveness still comes free.
And it comforts me that God can use
A screw-up just like me.