Inadequate I came before your throne
Ashamed to bring my face into your light
Legs trembling, throat dry, back arched
Brow shadowed eyes, open only slight.
Edging forward, ever slower goes the pace
Every heart beat a war hammer against my chest
“You’re not worthy” whispers the deceiver’s voice
I answer, “I know I am not the best”
Thoughts engulfed in me, myself and I
A warm, comforting grasp upon my shoulder
I ever slowly lift my shadowed face
The burden borne large like a boulder
Unworthy and quivering still
The grasp encourages me to look
Now kneeling, I lift my eyes into light
I know only of Him from His Book.
He beckons me to stand, I cannot
He calls me to stand, quaking I arise.
Heartfelt warmth surrounds me
As I gaze into The Potters eyes.
I ask Him to take my heart, and do His work
I hand my heart over to Him, with fear
I ask Him to change me, mold me.
It won’t be easy, but He is near.
He begins to peel back the layers
Helplessness takes hold of my mind
Strength sapped from my very being
The boulder He was meant to find
The weight is lifted and disposed of
I fall to my knees again, willingly
I worship His name, and praise Him
A rarity as tears fall abundantly
My all, my everything, less of me.
My mind says more of you,
My strength, really His, my hope.
And now I can start anew.
I thank the Lord morning, noon and night,
I praise the Lord for revealing me to me
I live my days now under His wing
I was blind but now I see
Father use me, all of me
a fire burning bright
a joyful breath, and heartbeat
my goal, Jesus is in my sight.
the Joy of my heart, forever...
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