Freedom Touch
Your freedom touch* of driving might
Keeps me soaring upward faith flight
Ascending against carnal gain…
God, I cling to Your gracious reign.
Propelled to serve by reaching-out
I yield to You my selfish route
cognizant that it can bring pain…
God, I cling to Your gracious reign.
With Your steadfast guidance, I stay
marching along ministry way
vanquishing skeptical doubt’s strain…
God, I cling to Your gracious reign.
Gripped by Your love and pardon’s peace
my heart’s compassion does increase
leaving anguish of fear terrain…
God, I cling to Your gracious reign.
Thanking Your fellowship so sweet
midst mercy’s bliss, smiting conceit
here’s all of me in prayer chain…
God, I cling to Your gracious reign.
Mark 1:41 And Jesus, moved with compassion, put forth his hand, and touched him, and saith unto him, I will; be thou clean.
April 9, 2021
Edited on April 12, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS (Apr 15)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/15/2021.
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2021
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