Much of my poetry is about my Christian faith, because my Christianity is such a deep part of who I am.
At the time of writing this first poem, I was continually being frustrated by my lack of self-discipline. I hated myself for asking forgiveness from God and then turning around and committing the same sins over and over again.
Songs such as "Cheap Grace" by Steve Camp would make me weep, with lines like: "Cheap grace, we've watered down the blood he shed, we say we've given all, but we have hardly bled. Cheap grace, you know it cost him everything, it's easy to abuse what you think is for free."
In 2005, my niece Jacqueline wrote music for this and turned it into a beautiful song.
I feel a failure, a constant one,
God picks me up, I continue to fall.
How is it that God ignores what I've done?
Why does he care for one so small?
I know he sent Jesus his only Son,
to save the whole world, including me.
He paid the price for all that I've done
when he died up there upon that tree.
This is indeed a great revelation,
God sees no fault when he looks at me.
My status is given undue elevation,
for he sees me how I'm going to be.
I have been changed, though not complete
I'm imprisoned within this mortal wall.
While I wait for God to finish his feat,
with his help, I'll love him with my all.
Andrew Host, January 1993
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