Nov 20, 2016
Freestyle Poetry
For how is it that me, a sinner, could be of such purpose? I’ve looked to thee my entire life and now to hear you so distinctly is a blessing seemingly befit a better person. I crave your guidance and anticipate your instruction. But your correction filled me with the guilt of a thousand men. The great designer voicing distaste in my perceived faithfulness should have flung me into the deepest pit of sorrow, but you oh Lord, you sustained me. I will learn. I will become this great man you have foretold. I will devote myself to the mission, too large for my pondering. Because, if you said it, it is so.