To God, His children are never irrelevant.

IRRELEVANT

Despair knocks at the door,

And I answer.

Despair needed rest and food,

I invited Despair in.

In my home,

I made Despair a soft bed.

In my home,

Despair was nurtured and fed.

Despair was offered the softest bed.

Despair was fed the most fragrant foods.

And under my nurturance,

Despair grew and became strong.

The day came that Despair grew tired

Grew wearisome of my constant presence.

Despair’s hunger grew so that the only food

The only nurturance available was for him alone.

On that day, I was tossed outside

Never again allowed into my home.

I fed and nurtured Despair

Only to have Despair rid himself of me.

On the road to the forgotten I trod.

I was met by Broken, Weary, Shunned, Omitted.

The lost who-thinking themselves alone-

Drift on a sea of unremitting waves.

Then, as the storm tosses the driftwood,

Amid an ocean of violent waves.

As the driftwood is battered by each wave,

As the driftwood is thrown against the wind,

One who is not irrelevant nor lost,

One who is not omitted nor forgotten,

One who is not forlorn nor helpless,

One who is my Savior.

My Savior reaches down towards me,

Towards me, the lost and forlorn!

My Savior He picks me up,

My Savior He saves me.

My Savior, He saves me from the savage storm,

The savage storm enrages all-around.

My Savior, He gently cradles me,

Until only stillness surrounds.