He Showers Me

A promise is forever
but words so quickly fade.
They echo once or twice but then
are lost under the shade -
of long abandoned good intents
from where I've long since strayed.

Oh, how can I live sincere life
when failed I, this exam?
Oh, how can I live honest life
when it is but a sham?
And how can promise now be kept
with water over dam?

Embarrassed I, now drop my head
ashamed to show my face.
And guilty I, cry out in vain
that I am in this place.
But then, what does my Savior do?
He showers me with grace!

This poem was a finalist in the February 2017 poetry contest