Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Prostrate Now

Prostrate now, here at Your feet,
Failures all around me;
Humbled You would even meet
A man like me in mercy.
You alone know my true fall,
And love me where I've fallen;
Pick me up, my All in All,
And grant me Thy restoring!

Prostrate now, I feel Your hand
On my fallen figure.
I begin to understand,
You speak when we've no stature.
"Fear not! Now go forth in My Name!
Make Me your expectation;
For I am every day the same,
Your daily restoration!"

Prostrate still, but now my eyes,
Are fixed on a foundation,
And firmly fastened to the skies
Where lies my destination.
May my prayers 'til then not cease,
Rejoicing, thankful, ever!
For here, I find God's will, and peace
Shall follow me forever!

1 comment:

  1. Humility and grace. Nicely done.