Postby Anna Mae » Mon Aug 29, 2005 5:43 am
A Man
Many years ago
at a farmhouse
I became
a seeker of God.
That's where my road started.
That's where the gate opened up.
I started following the man
with nail-scarred hands.
Now I can't deny
I've sometimes lost the road,
But God has brought me back
to that narrow way.
I am a man
I am a man
Not strong enough
to make this path
before me,
not strong enough
to stand,
not strong enough to seek, the king.
Thank God for Grace,
with it He carries me.
I am nowhere near perfect
I regret if that's what people see.
For the only way
I can take a step
is if God carries me.
For I am a man of wickedness,
Only evil in this heart.
No good lies in here
can you see?
Thank God, He buried that man!
The Good you now see
Is CHRIST living in me.
I really like it. This poem expresses a humble spirit along with praise to God. Those are some of the best kind!
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]
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“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€