Monday, August 17, 2009

At times
I wonder if You're true
Or if its just a waste of time
When I pray prayers to you.

At times
I wonder where You are
If you're ever truly listening
When I cry out from the heart.

At times
I'm sad and weak with doubt
And wonder, if I call for you,
If I'll still be left without.

But when I'm at my weakest
When no human hand can heal
I cry your name, I call for you,
And at the cross I kneel.

You're my saviour and redeemer
and You call me close to You
And on the strength of Grace alone
I know I am made new.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I am surely a sap, because that poem made me cry.

Beautiful.
Honest.
Tender.
You.

Now get some rest!