Guest Poet Ralph Woodbury

They said I was a failure; I bowed my head in shame.
Most did not believe me; I heard Him call my name.
My coat of many colors, sown in Calvary’s dread.
My favorite was the little cross, cause it was painted read.
Underneath there was a place, where grace and mercy met.
It was living words, all His righteousness.
When I stood back on my feet, I looked I was alive.
After all I’d done to Him, Jesus heard me cry.
I failed Him many times since then, of that I am ashamed.
My coat of many colors, well it’s still crimson-stained.
Each day His mercy is renewed, to Him my highest praise.
If it weren’t for Calvary, I’d still be in my grave.
My coat of many colors, in shame I bowed my head.
He wrote my name in the book, and it was crimson red.

Ralph Woodbury
06-11-26

We’d like to thank Mr. Woodbury for this beautiful and inspirational poem. You will find some of Mr. Woodbury’s work on the Christian Poetry Corner.