Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Humble



Foolish I look and foolish I stand
As my words, earnest, fumble.
The right thing?  Lord, I pray
Your honest Word keeps me humble;
Sets me true on arrow's way,
To mend the aching hearts that stray
Upon a path I once thought clear.
Not sure, I am, pointing the way
For those, in heart, I hold so dear.
Yet, they are here, calling, calling,
But with You, I don't fear falling.
Reassured that You are near,
I will continue, even here,
And trust, though my heart breaks.
Your love will grant me all it takes
To play the fool and make the fumble;
All it takes to make me humble.

6 comments:

  1. God's love is pure. Resting in that love is the purest form of faith. Rest sweet poet. ๐Ÿ’œ

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    1. Thank you so much, Leah, for your words of encouragement. Love to you!

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  2. Amen! We need his guidance to lead and assure us and there is no other strength apart from the knowledge that He is there.

    Thanks for this offering today, dear Martha.

    Love and joy,
    Susan

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    1. Thank you, Susan! We need Him at all times.
      Sending love!

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  3. Powerful words Martha..we are nothing without Him..

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    1. Thank you, Betty. We are nothing without Him.
      Love and blessings!

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