I wrote this back in the late 90’s, long before poetry was a real thought in my life. never gave it a title. I must do that soon)

I give you naught, I give you all

The strength I have, ’tis makes me fall

You are not mine like once believed

But I am thine, thyself to please

Waters run deep can take your life

Or carry you beyond all strife

I fought the waves, endurance lost

To walk before you at all cost

Who knows to where your hand will lead

I have no voice to defend me

My ears are deaf but to the call

Nothing to give, I give you all

And should I make my bed in hell

O Savior, there you choose to dwell

And drape your skirt of grace on me

I’m covered for eternity

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