Many a Times

I know the battle I am engaging in,

Has been lost many a times.

I have spent away my reserves of Your light

Many a times.

Your grace has flown out

Through the gaps in my surrender

Many a times.

Yet, I find myself surrounded

By Your presence,

Protected by Your fences

Many a times.

Some waters come to

Clean me off myself.

Some cloth washes away the filth I accumulate.

Some winds dry up my ignorant tears.

But my feet are too ashamed

To resume the journey,

Too guilty to walk through

Your door again.

Scared I am to look at myself,

How do I Face You?

Trembling are my hands,

How do I untie the knots?

And I see the miracle repeating,

Many a times.

Your light walks up to me,

Dissolves the shackles,

Pulls me in,

Gives me no time to contemplate,

None to prepare or protest.

And I again find myself before You.

The rigid legs make way

For the knees to touch Your feet.

Something within weeps silently,

Unable to express the gratitude.

The eyes fix their glance upon Your face,

To see myself through Your eyes.

And no more am I the accused,

No more tainted.

But Your grace magnifies my betrayal,

Your love glorifies my weakness.

I know I may have left You,

Many a times.

But You remained there,

Awaiting my return,

Always.