Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Poem Written 3/08

Dear Heavenly Father,
I may fall
Flat on my face,
For when I fail
I’m old, beaten.

Yet You will hang
In there with me
And wait for me to
Come running back to You.

May I do so before
Much time lapses
For I know that You
Want me talking to You.

Also, You want
For me to listen
To You lovingly
Minist’ring to me.

I choose to
Run to You!
For I long for
Your tender mercies

May we meet
Together as one,
Your Spirit and mine,
All heaven and earth
Rejoice!