The Nazarene

Once again, I hit the ground.
The impact makes a hollow sound.
Tears flow down my contorted face.
My heart screams for saving grace.

I am lost.
My heart is filled with doubt.
How high is the cost?
I've lost the strength to cry out.

I cover my face.
I wail in despair.
My head I place
By the lion's lair.

Another night gives way to dawn.
Numbly I rise and stumble on.
But empty arms will find a strong embrace.
My wounded soul will heal with saving grace.

I was lost.
My heart consumed with doubt.
How high was the cost
He paid to pull me out?

I open my eyes.
He smiles down on me.
My salvation lies
With the Nazarene.