The Saint I Am Today Poem by Christian Ken Israel

My past still holds moments of my sinful days;
Yet they look at me and can't see any flaws.
I have left the wrong path and my awful ways
To walk with the Lord in the light of His laws

They wonder at the persona I am now
And can't believe the offender I was then.
Can the vilest offender they used to know
Now turn the blameless among the sons of men?

But the saint I am now, I am by God's grace;
I was the prodigal son of yesterday.
Only by His grace have I come to this place;
I'm the same black sheep I was, that went astray.

The Shepherd searched for me; though I went away
And bought me back with a price where I was sold;
He made me the perfect saint I am today,
And restored me a member of his sheepfold.

So they stare at me and wonder if it's true
That I truly was the bane of yesterday.
And some even ask, 'Can this really be you? '
So much in doubt that they know not what to say.

But I'm only the product of God's good grace.
The saint I am now, could not have been alone.
He picked me from the dust and transformed my ways;
And saving me from sin, He called me His own.

Now, how else shall I say of the saint I am now?
How else shall they hear of the saint I am today?
For e'en words fail me so much that they know not how
The saint I am now was the bane of yesterday.

✍️ Christian Ken Israel