Monday Poem

I suffer and my suffering reaches your ears and your eyes,

Through my suffering and prayers you hear my cries,

You are my friend above all, my faithful comfort in the storm,

You repair, correct, strengthen and return things to the norm.

Sometimes your lessons are hard, but you make me steel,

Some time I’m angry with you because I think you don’t understand how I feel.

I’m slowly trusting your judgment, guide me, be patient with me for I have a long list of sins.

My wants and selfishness are like that of most men.

Decrease my pride, decrease me, and increase your dwelling place in my heart,

I will try to do my part.

Know that I’m weaker than most,

Doubting even the Lord of host.

Not that  I doubt you won’t do what you say,

but that you will do for me because I’m a sinner in every way.

All I know is my desires, my childish wants that harm my own soul,

Grow and raise me, allow me to enter your fold.

Talk and walk with me, I need you as my friend, I need your love and grace above air to breath,

Promise to be with me and never to leave.