Lord:
How can I
describe this felt reality?
A sense
that takes my breath away,
Your grace
redresses my sick morality,
Without you I have literally nothing
to say.
Nothing I
have and nothing have I to give,
But for
the sacrifice of gratitude and praise,
So I stand
here so amazed to live,
Because ‘me’ you have sought to
raise.
Engulfed
in wonder and given to the surreal,
Me, knelt
and absorbed, in your loving embrace,
How am I
to believe this grace is for real?
To ponder incredibly—the turning
of your face.
You are
good—holy good, my wonderful covenant Lord,
Beyond my
wildest imagination,
Well past
wonder you’re to be adored,
As you grip my doting fascination.
***
Without you, Lord, I am nothing;
indeed, we—humankind—are nothing.
You make it possible that we live,
that we can live, that we do live.
Lord, you are everything.
© 2013 S. J. Wickham.
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