Overcome
Many mistakes I've made; yet always seeking You in that place, our place.
This old soul is not worthy; Your Mercy is most forgiven.
Battles, I fight, forgetting that YOU have won them all.
In all ways, YOU take my hand, but at times I slip through.
I feel Your never-ending puissance; but my fears are known to me.
Knowing that YOU will forever guide me, my battles are still within me.
Worries are few yet quickly remembered.
Praying that I will never question YOU, I know that I am weak.
Your Strength, a gentle breeze that blows into me, I need.
I stumble but never fall out of your sight.
Your Eyes are on me, I know they are, I try to hide, but
You know me, your mercy comes once again as it finds me
as I seek that place, our place.
Catherine Johnson Broussard
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2018
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