By MeL Scribe, Australia
I look to the ground. Here she comes.
A teacher I know well.
I didn’t feel like talking then;
There wasn’t much to tell.
Except the things I’d failed to do.
Keep expectations held.
How disappointed would she feel
When fears and shame would meld?
And afterwards I walked away
I’d lost the faith I’d had.
What happened to my trust in God?
Don’t tell me I’d gone mad!
Why couldn’t I trust in the Lord
The One who designed me?
He gave me words to spell it out –
Why not do so with glee?
If I could but rewind the time
Perhaps instead of frown
I’d throw my head back, crying out
My God won’t let me drown!
He’s big enough, He made the world –
And everything within
The glory all belongs to Him
Who spoke, and made man’s skin.
What is a mark that bears my name?
Naught but a tiny speck!
For in His sight I’m worth far more
Than what I am—a wreck.
He loves you so. He sent His Son
To quench His awful wrath.
So if you were the only one
He’d still have died your death.
My soul cries out in praise now, Lord.
How easy it’s become!
I think, the words appear, and hence
They join to make a poem!
You are Creator of all things
From universe to ant
Yet you’re the One who cares for me
There’s nothing more I want.
Who else can conquer death like You?
Or free who Satan bound?
You are the Strong and Mighty King
Who turned my life around.
Let me not strive for other loves,
But always honour You;
For my only fulfillment comes
From praising You what’s due.
Night is upon me now, O Lord,
I pray before I sleep:
May I recall Your adoration
And in my heart it keep.