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