The Death of Desperation

It now seems ancient
History so long past
Where I didn’t belong
I was at the Devil’s dance
Desperation.

Sixteen or seventeen
I can’t quite remember
But of this I do
Recall – trying – Satan’s
Desperation.

I do not belong
Here with his children
This is not my place
But maybe for tonight:
Desperation.

A heart not aright
A soul not converted
Though my pew was warm
My heart was as cold stone
Desperation.

Nineteen years old now
I truly do recall
God’s surprising grace
Made what was dead alive
The death of desperation!

That was years back now…
Sins of youth recall not!
I need you always
Lord, you know my struggles –
Hope.

Postscript:

There is no condemnation
For those who are in Christ.
There is no desperation
His blood will always suffice.