Ambush God

You wake me, God, and ambush me at night,
alone, afraid, defenseless in the dark,
reminding me my sins aligned in light,
with my regrets exposed to hit their mark.

Left desolate and almost in despair,
desiring to repent, filled with remorse
and sorrow that I'm ready to declare,
because there is no other real recourse.

Then You assault me in another way,
invading me with weapons of a friend,
to flood me with forgiveness while I pray,
and drench me in Your mercy without end.

O God, if this is how You wage a war,
then by Your grace, I beg for more and more.

                                         by Pete Voelz