How Am I Doing?

How am I doing?

I'm glad you've asked.

You can sometimes wonder if anyone cares,

or if we just float through life,

unseen and unloved.

I heard a whisper about One who loves with such passion,

that He would die for you,

or was it that He already had.

I can't comprehend how much love that is,

except shown in arms stretched wide.

It was a cross beam of wood I think,

that took the nails through His hands.

Hands made for holding.

I've been told He held my sin.

How shall I begin to show my love in return?

Where else except my heart and voice,

believing and accepting what He has done for me.

Telling how I've been set free,

my feet placed on a path,

towards light and life,

to be with Him forever.

I am received even with my faults and failings,

and I stand redeemed in the sight of the One

who first created us all in His image.

How as humanity did we get from there to here,

and end in such a muddle?

We often do not even know what is wrong or right.

Our forebears ate the fruit to understand good and evil,

so why can't we seem to choose what is best for us?

I believe we all need a Savior,

to save us from the evil one and all his lies.

How am I doing?

I said 'Yes' to Jesus. 

How are you doing?