By Andrew R. Duckworth
I was punched in the gut once.
Not by a fist or a weapon
But by words that assault the ego,
Words that demolish the self.
“I AM”
And if He is, then who am I?
Who am I to continually deny
The power of One who was,
One who is,
One who always will be?
But the One who created
Was not finished.
We are flawed by our selves,
Flawed by fruitless ambition,
Flawed by self elevation,
Flawed by over obsession
With self and self preservation.
But flaws don’t lead to progression.
So He sent Himself
To die in our stead,
To lead us ahead,
To pluck the living from the dead.
I was punched in the gut
Because He came for me
And I am not worthy.
Poetry and Essays of Andrew Ryan Duckworth 