Order In Chaos

In a world filled with chaos,

mayhem and strife,

Was I born to reap whirlwinds,

That others have sown.

I was weaned on the milk

Of anger and hatred;

In the void of my soul,

I learned how to survive.

I call it not life,

For it isn’t worth living.

Yet somehow I cling

To the will to survive.

Here I find myself now

In a place not my home,

Surrounded by people

Who tell of God’s love.

I spit back the words

With such anger, I shudder.

Where was this God

In the midst of my hell?

How could He watch

With such silent indifference,

As the hands of my kin,

Beat my flesh black and blue?

In the midst of my ranting

and raving, God answers.

In love does He show me,

The bruised flesh

Of His Son.

“My child,” Jesus says,

“In my flesh have I felt,

Every wound, every blow,

Dealt by mankind’s own hand.”

“Through all of your trials,

I’ve been right beside you,

Lovingly waiting,

‘Til you call on My name.”

“So call on me now

For my gift of salvation,

That your life may have purpose,

And your soul may have peace.”

© Kevin Ness