Rest or Ride
Abide
within this dwelling place
resides a life designed
In the image which
is He who created.
On my own
is a choice
my own voice.
Never coerced
nor rehearsed
I am free.
Now to my knees
I humbly bow
How contrite and broken
words barely spoken
I need You and You
alone.
Love your poem. Needed it right now..
ReplyDelete