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:
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
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
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
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