Ghostly Mist

I am a child; offspring of the King;
ageless, and bearing little worth;
doing my best, Wisdom to bring;
for it was my purpose to birth.

I’ve traveled this road many times before;
attempting to love and to share;
now, I find myself traveling it once more;
to show my King, I still care.

I am, in reality a mere ghostly mist;
hiding in a body, fashioned by dust;
my very being, by divinity, kissed;
attempting to earn His trust.

I am a failure in most everything I do;
no matter how hard I try.
God intends that His Love, imbue;
and in Him, alone, I’ll rely.

I am a wanderer; in search of success;
to please the Master, is my goal.
The Master commands I seek to redress;
all the sins of my immortal soul.

I am a son of the omnipotent King;
unworthy, to approach His throne;
dwarfed by He who knows everything;
am I, who is lost, and alone.

I am a ghostly mist, about a body of dust;
attempting to share wisdom in all I do;
to regain the Master’s Love and Trust;
and so my dear friend are You.