MERCY
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I heard a Voice call out my name.
Though soft, it carried so much strength, passion and care.
I could feel a deep interest pouring right out of the Voice.
He declared that I was worth every bit of His sacrifice
Though I was sure that everything I ever did label me unworthy
And I could never in a million years be pardoned.
Still, the Voice was persistent.
He called on.
Without holding back, He gave me His most prized possession.
I began to feel like a treasure
And like a maiden stalling her suitor, I chose to turn deaf ears.
‘I must have something He wants’, I mused.
My shoulders were suddenly puffed up.
The peacock flared his majesty.
But with unwavering patience, He waited.
I kept basking in empty pride.
‘Buga!’ I told myself. ‘It’s your time.’
At night, I cried and shook with fear, emptiness devoured my entrails.
I was tired!
Then, It came again– the sweet Voice.
My name had never sounded so precious as it did.
I dropped every pretence and arrogance.
I answered!
I yielded to His embrace, His love and assurance.
Though I had faltered and stumbled, I have been offered mercy
Jesus has called my name in mercy
And I have answered!
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