If
If I were a ballerina,
as graceful as a swimming swan,
I would joyously pirouette before You,
my God, my audience of one.
But I am not a ballerina,
I am clumsy and inept,
but You, my God, still bid me dance,
and You applaud my every step.
If I had the voice of an angel,
if I could sing with purest tone,
I would sing a song of worship,
while kneeling at your throne.
But I am but a clanging cymbal,
my voice harsh, not fit to sing,
but You, my God, still bid me come,
and sing my song, an offering.
If I were the greatest poet,
with words of golden rhyme,
I would write the perfect sonnet,
to honor You for all time.
But I am not a famous wordsmith,
my poems simple and mundane,
but, You, my God, are my inspiration,
let the words I write, Your praise contain.
Let everything I do be for Your glory.
May my life not be a sham.
I can be all You want me to be,
'cause You accept me as I am.
7/3/15
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
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