Chanting Promises

It wasn't fair!
The Son gave life.
He suffered there,
To end my strife.

His blood He shed,
That cost so high.
My life to wed,
My soul to buy.

But now I'm safe.
I'm filled with joy,
And gone the strafe.
New hope employ!

He shields my soul.
My heart now blessed,
And fills that hole,
So I can rest.

All struggles cease.
I'm in His arms,
I have His peace,
And loving charms.

New joy is mine.
His mercy flows.
My life now fine.
From head to toes.

So now I rest,
For child am I,
I have His best,
His watchful eye.

This poem was a finalist in the July 2023 poetry contest