Thursday, January 7, 2010

ON THE THRESHOLD OF 2010


Here I am, Lord

standing at the gate of another year

on Planet Earth.

How can it be

that You’ve favored me so generously

with fourscore and plus years?

Blessed me to see and know my children

and my children’s children

and their children?

I myself am still Your child

though gray of head

with wrinkled brow.

Why am I still here

and not rejoicing in Your presence There?

Do You still have work for me to do?

More of Your life to be lived through me?

Fruit to be borne for Your pleasure?

More treasure to send ahead?

I offer the rest of my days

as a living sacrifice to do Your will

heart and soul under Your control

until Your plan is fulfilled in me.


# END


3 comments:

Elaine said...

I admire your faith, hope and love of God in this intimate poem to our Creator and Most Glorious Father of all.

Thanks for continued encouragement.
Elaine

Elaine said...

I admire your faith, hope and love of God in this intimate poem to our Creator and Most Glorious Father of all.

Thanks for continued encouragement.
Elaine

Elaine said...

I admire your faith, hope and love of God in this intimate poem to our Creator and Most Glorious Father of all.

Thanks for continued encouragement.
Elaine