The Soft Spot

Only Heaven knows why

The tender tug

The apple of Your eye

When all the evidence

reveals a life of selfish pride

In an endless cycle

of soul-inflicted cyanide

And yet we intersect

A cruel cross – where my Savior died

A life saved – from eternal fire

That He loves me – undenied

Wondrously show your steadfast love, O Savior of those who seek refuge from their adversaries at your right hand.  Keep me as the apple of your eye; hide me in the shadow of your wings [Psalm 17:7-8]

Jesus came and died for the worst of us, which against His Holy standard includes all of us.