'Digging Through The Rubble' Poem by Linda Winchell

While I was digging through my rubble
In order to find out where in all of it I was.
But what I seemed to keep uncovering
Was more of what it still was.

It was more of just the same old stuff
With possibly… a different kind of twist.
But no matter how deep I dug
I still got more of this.

More of life’s confusion
More of sins misery and its pain.
More of Satan’s clever deception
More of an Earthly self centered reign.

But what I needed to do… you see
Was look up… to the Heavens above.
And see what really matters in it all
Was my Father God’s purest undying love.

No more digging through my sins rubble
No more tears and self doubt.
No more wondering where it is I am
No more trying to dig my way out.

For my Father did it all for me
Long ago upon a cross.
So that I wouldn’t have to dig in sins rubble
For His death for me…had paid the cost.

By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009