Troubles Cured

It seems in life we're knocked around,
flung here and there and far.
With hearts so twisted and so marred,
It's hard to count each scar.

God looked and saw no beauty there
inside the heart of man.
With scars on scars upon each heart,
from Heaven, He should ban!

Our thoughts of greed and lust and hate
are not what He expects.
Pure thoughts of love and peace and joy,
these are what He respects.

We had no hope to cure ourselves,
the sickness far to deep.
Then came love, yes, into our world,
He walked among death's heap.

The words He gave beyond our reach,
with truth that burned inside,
showed forth our guilt and His high love,
His love so high and wide.

That love shed blood upon a cross
that poured on you and me,
and was the cure from up on High
to all who do believe!

This poem was a finalist in the August 2025 poetry contest