Oh Lord,
I
stand here contemplating,
Wondering
where you'll send me next,
Though,
I'm just a frail vehicle,
To
you, alone, I bow my head.
Sometimes,
your plans are hard to follow,
I
know I fail more than I succeed,
My
weakness is a disappointment,
But
with help I will improve.
Only
by the tests you give me,
Only
by the trials I face,
Will
I hope to grow to please you,
Becoming
worthy of your grace.
You
know my heart, you know my troubles,
You
know my thoughts, my hopes and dreams,
So,
I pray for help to weave the patterns,
Of
my life and destiny.
As
I approach the veil of tears,
Sharing
in forever's breath,
Forgive
me, please, for past transgressions,
And
guide me with your holy light.
All
praise to you, your works of wonder,
Your
spirit, moving through my pen,
Your
son's example, shining brightly
Through
whom I now shout
Amen!
© Stefan Lewis-Fish
(21 April 1999)
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