My Last Night
Last night
I cried out to God with all of my might
I cried out to Him in anger and fright
Complaining for my lowered state
That has made me an uttter disgrace
My sins lay plainly before his eye's
And yet I say that He cannot dispise
For His love often visits me
and covers me with grace in time of need
When help comes it's His face I see
But these little salvations I judge them be
My daily bread that He provides for me
Under warm covers from cold I flee
My rememberance of Him who let's me be me
I sit in His school of learning, burning
I walk without limping as I sometimes did
I am loved when I was so lonely
And Jesus has forgiven me of my sin
Knowing where to start I cannot begin
Yet I want more of God
and He wants more of me
Oh my Lord, what must I be!
What is this thing that I cannot see
That keeps me in this poverty
How long must I endure this sifting
I cherish the wisdom given me
that keeps me from a deeper pit
But I still wonder my way unlit
Challenged by His unmatchable wit
I turn to Jacob and his thigh
Who once fought God and did not die
Like Jacob, I will also cry
And wait for God my soul says I
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2014
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