Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Untitled Poem

In that calm and quiet place
I found myself on my knees
Begging You for Your grace,
And help to meet my need.
You were all too glad to help,
You reached down and picked me up,
Emptied me of all myself,
And overflowed my cup.

You are my one and only joy—
Could I express to You with words,
Repay that love that You employ…
Unworthy songs You’ve heard before.
My tears, like rivers, join the sea,
I’m so content in all I have—
You’re faithfulness is plain to see,
You lead me gently with Your staff.

I have but one undying wish:
You’ll lead me to the gates of Heav’n—
And when I reach that beauty bliss,
I’ll join the faithful called, eleven.
And when I walk those streets of gold,
I’ll hold on to that trusted hand.
And still, the half has not been told—
Before the throne of God I’ll stand.

© Heather Vires 2005, all rights reserved.

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