Inri
INRI
Written: by Tom Wright
2/15/03
My thoughts aren't beyond God's knowing,
Neither my actions ever foreign to his eye.
He engenders time to hear the cocks crowing,
And when I'm tempted, understands why.
In tribulation, He's my much-needed hope,
His word, maps the path that I take.
No matter the conundrum, severity or scope,
He's there, feeling my every heartache.
His desire, that I give him my daily all,
As He numbers each hair and grain of sand;
He hears prayer, is if, at my beck and call,
While interceding from the father’s right hand.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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