Here is a poem that I wrote several years ago. It remains one of my favorites ...
Father
Here it is a new day
And You are in it
I do not know what steps to take
But You do
I do not know which path to walk
But You do
I do not know what is around the bend
But You do
I want to stop to smell the roses
Yet their thorns prick me
It hurts
And You care
You joy in my joy
And comfort in my sorrow
You send sunshine to warm my soul
And storms to make me grow
You fill my day with Your presence
Your Spirit fills me
You walk with me
And You talk with me
I love our conversations, Father
I joy in hearing Your voice
Speak to me
Tell me Your will for the day
I wish to do all to glorify You
To lift up Your name
To praise You
I love to sing to You
To exalt Your name
I love to live in Your presence
Because You know
And You care
You are my Abba
My Father
Who loves unconditionally
If I fall today
You will not let me tumble
You hold my hand
You will not turn Your back
And say, "You are worthless"
"I have told you a thousand times"
"You will never make it"
You will not do this, Father
For even though I do fall
Even though I hear You a thousand times a day
Even though I do feel worthless
You considered me worthy enough
To send Your Son --
To send Your Son --
Your only Son --
To die in my place
For my sins
For the times that I fall
You care for me
That I will never understand
I do understand the peace, though
The peace You give when I ask for forgiveness
There is nothing to compare
It seems an unequal relationship to me
You give Your Son
For something I did
Yet still love me
And call me Your child
You give so much
And ask for so little
How could I not start my day
With You
And end my day
With You
My Abba
My Father
- July 1999 -
