Guide Me

This is a poem I wrote back in January of 2003:

It is in me to write beautiful things, but only with the help of Him.

Guiding my hand, guiding my pen,

Guiding my thoughts deeply within.

Relying solely on my soul, where I'm headed I do not know.

You may laugh, you may wonder,

why the faith, what spell am I under?

And I must chuckle, a gleam in my eyes

There is no spell and I am not that wise.

Truly blessed, no, not on my own,

Unearned life, through Him I am shown.

Undeserved grace from above,

Compassion, caring and undying love.

Why am I worth so much to Him?

Even though I try, I do naught but sin.

Tear drenched face and swollen heart,

Burning desire to perform from the start.

My iniquities for his righteousness,

an uneven trade I must confess.

But You gave to all the chance you see

to prove and to obey,

This is where I want to be,

with one last thing to say.

Deep in my heart, my mind and my soul

and encompassing all I know

Thankful for every given day

I believe, so I must pray, and go