Posted in Inspirational

A poem for Ash Wednesday

Mark My words (Ash Wednesday)

“They” like placing marks on me
Marks that tend to remain…
If I do badly, they mark me with low marks
They mark me sinner
They say I’m unworthy

And I’m seeing that “they” have marks
of their own…
Marks that they know don’t what to do with
So they point out other’s marks

God, I’ve got many marks
Marks that make me feel unworthy…
Unwanted… unnoticed…

And this very night
The man in front places a different kind of mark on me
A mark to remember
The marks You carry
Those marks on Your wrists and ankles…

Marks that mark me forgiven
Marks that say that I am worthy
Oh God, I’m sorry I placed those marks on You…
And I hear You say back to me:
“Mark My words, child you are mine.”

(D Hofland, 22 February 2007)


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