My Prince

You saw my sin, my back was turned

I lived inside the dark

I’d fallen so far off the path

I could not disembark.


I searched for exits, any signs

That I might turn and flee

I did not recognize my Prince

Who came to set me free.


You whispered and I heard your voice

Yet still I sought in vain

But when I felt you touch my heart

It’s there I knew you’d reign.


My Lord, The Lamb you did become

You rose and conquered death

And with your everlasting love

You gave me daily breath.


You swept me off my feet with love

You wiped away my tears

You lifted up my eyes to yours

And vanquished all my fears.


Your Spirit now abides inside

I’ve died to sin; what’s more

Your grace and mercy empty me

Then fills this reservoir.


Your love pours in, it overflows

My heart is opened wide

I am a living sacrifice

From you I cannot hide.


With you I soar on eagle’s wings

Without, in doubt descend;

I walk, I stumble, fall and yet

You raise me up again.

About Susan Irene Fox

Jesus follower, peacemaker, unfinished human. Body: over 60; Reborn: August, 2006. Writing devotional workbooks for new believers. Dedicated to using God's grace and unconditional love to bring people into God's embrace.

Posted on June 29, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Oh Susan….this my dear…is superb! Absolutely beautiful and inspired…

  2. Irene, I love that poem.

  3. Susan, your poem is woven with a fine tapestry of your love for your saviour. My favourite lines are these.

    “With you I soar on eagle’s wings

    Without, in doubt descend;

    I walk, I stumble, fall and yet

    You raise me up again.”

    Thank God He raises us all up when we fall and call out to Him.

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