breaking the pattern a bit...
something I wrote last January...
Out of reach
I'm searching.
They push it away ---
that for which I've worked so hard -
that which comes from You.
You gave it to me.
You wanted me to have it;
To use it!
to please You - for you made it.
to please me - for you intended joy.
They try to steal it,
to claim it,
to dictate and define.
But they don't understand,
they don't know you.
God, Abba,
How do you see me?
How do you see it in my hands?
Your gift, your intent, your plans,
Your gift, your will, for my hands
~Eventhere
Out of reach
I'm searching.
They push it away ---
that for which I've worked so hard -
that which comes from You.
You gave it to me.
You wanted me to have it;
To use it!
to please You - for you made it.
to please me - for you intended joy.
They try to steal it,
to claim it,
to dictate and define.
But they don't understand,
they don't know you.
God, Abba,
How do you see me?
How do you see it in my hands?
Your gift, your intent, your plans,
Your gift, your will, for my hands
~Eventhere