Prophetic PoemI'm not who I want to be
But You make me who I am.
A paradox? An unfulfilled hope.
A hope deferred makes the heart sick.
Seeking Your Love
You are always here.
A gift given; I cannot grasp
I mean - understand it deep in my soul.
I need eyes to see
And for my lips a coal,
Of Fire
Only after utter failure in my own ability
Looking to You to rescue my fallen humanity
A price already paid in Your Blood with desire,
I can't see, please heal me
Only One Faithful and True.
With Your two-edged Sword
Between spirit and soul
Obedience and Love,
Yet I cannot obey
Live through me forever to reign.
You give me Your Life and You redeem mine
Into Your hands like clay,
I trust You my Savior
And You make me Your own.
A jewel in Your crown
Of the conquered land
King unto the ages of the ages.
And then some
Awesome display of Your mighty Right Hand
In sending Your Son to walk on this land
All things made by, through and for Him
Father and Son
We have overcome; in obedience subdued
And in Love not divided
We are one




