Lord
I tried,
Sometimes
it is hard to stop, breathe and live.
Cares
of this world shifts my gaze,
Uncertainties
sway me,
The
struggle for sustenance, what to clothe with,
And
the hassles to acquire abundance distress my days,
As
if my whole existence offered just these.
I
lay down but worries outrun me,
What
will the outcome of my life be?
I
crave the highest of achievements,
Oh,
how I desire great influence.
I
fear my peers will fare better than I,
Judging
myself with another who is different on his own course,
Vanity
exhausts my days, anxiety wrinkles me.
Your
percepts demands actions,
So
why do I nothing with that which you have spoken,
But
concern myself with besetting weights?
I
heap up substance for fear of lack,
But
shortage bangs my door like a friend in the morning.
I
deliberate your instructions, but I follow distractions which drives me
aground.
My
Lord, My God,
Forgive
me for I drifted off and turmoil blows me back to you,
Deal
with me not according to my folly,
I
already lost without you.
I
will now lift my hands and sing of your majesty,
Your
word is crested twice in my heart that I err not again,
I
desire my life in shalom as was fashioned before I perceived time.
Who
has first given to you, that you should repay?
Everything
under heaven is yours.
I
surrender my worries and cares to you,
I
have heard of you by the hearing of ear,
But
now my eyes see,
Your
purpose for me cannot be thwarted,
In
this I am greatly comforted.
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