For God Alone
I feel such love; welling up, inside;
my thoughts have been overrun;
the enormity of it; diminishes pride;
anticipating what’s yet to come.
For enemies; I feel only compassion;
knowing all the guilt that they have;
their love; they felt they must ration;
may forgiveness be a healing salve.
Love is a gentle, soft summer breeze;
soothed by the warmth of the sun;
hate causes us to shiver and freeze;
all love comes from the Holy One.
May God, alone, become my pride;
my I become His vessel of choice;
it was for me; that my Master died;
I’m unworthy to become His voice.
I feel I’m riding on waves of guilt;
faith in God, is the sunshine, I feel;
I am that flower, beginning to wilt;
experiencing God’s love, surreal.
I think of myself, all the day long;
while evil continues to reign;
wasting time in stories and song;
yet, have time to complain.
I am the seed, the Master planted;
his flower; now fully grown;
God’s gift; I’ve taken for granted;
I must live for God, alone.
Monty 12/11/24. # 2,505