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
I
Personalizing familiar Scripture poetically … nice.
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