Detached Poem by Nancy Kruk

Detached from God is not a good place.
Detached from God, I don’t feel His grace.
But time and time and time again,
I try to accomplish things on my own.
Never understanding why I fall flat on my face.

Dedicate daily devotion, I’m told.
I never really listen, I am much too bold,
To think I can succeed without Him.
My Lord, my Savior, the Lover of my soul,
Once again I have sinned.
Teach me to trust You before I am too old.

Detached, detached, detached.
On and on it goes.
The void is overwhelming,
From my head to my toes.
Physically and spiritually I am dying.
To Christ, the resurrected One,
Please don’t let go.
I am trying and trying,
Clawing and climbing.
My empty soul desiring
To return to when I was a reflection of You.

Focus, focus, shut out the world.
Recall how it felt to be in the fold.
Worship and praise Him,
Read from The Word.
Call a good friend, don’t pretend
It can be done on my own.

Reattach, reattach, reattach to the Vine.
Seek victory in Jesus, I’ll be just fine.
Know that He’s with me, yes, even in despair.
He’s reached out and touched me,
He knows I care.
Care to get back to the joy I once felt.
Reattach, reattach, reattach to the Vine.
I’m reclaiming what He died to give me:
Eternity, it’s all mine!