Works In Progress
My failures have left my ego smarting;
meanwhile; I feel lost and alone;
as I draw near my preplanned parting;
I sense plans to call me home.
Although I’d experienced some success;
my temper often gets in my way;
I’m only one of God’s works, in progress.
Lord, please teach me to pray.
You sent me to a kingdom of godlessness;
where all prodigals live in despair;
within me; planting your righteousness;
while teaching me that you care.
Multitudes of others share this lifetime;
while living in weakness and sin;
all, in search of God’s kingdom sublime;
praying that we’ll all enter in.
Lord we can never match your perfection;
it’s a mountain too great to climb;
tho we’re undeserving of your affection;
we seek your love, divine.
Lord, I pray for all prodigals below
who, for all their sins, confess;
this godless world has made us grow;
all are just works in progress;
Reaching life’s end; we all must attest;
we didn’t do all, we were meant to do;
I’m one of God’s works in progress;
and, so, my dear friend are you!
Monty 11/1/24. # 2,419