Solemn
Solemn
As I walk alone,
the path before me,
long and full of pain,
my thoughts are only on you.
You went forward,
when others ran or fell beside.
You went into the fray,
not afraid to pray,
for your fellow man,
even for your enemy.
I want that,
I want to be reborn.
I want to want serving,
more than living.
I want to know that the King,
knows my name,
assuredly,
I am lost without Him.
I have tried to repair my own heart.
I have cut it out, placed it before God...
and both cried and screamed equally.
He simply waited until I was done.
At the end, not the beginning,
of my rant, I came to realize,
that we are all children.
A tantrum, yet to be had,
a whim yet to be met,
in a life, full of promise,
and sometimes...
regret.
Let me dance for you Lord,
Let me sing out your name.
I want to be separate from the crowd.
I want to fly with angels,
walk with saints,
and do all things in Your Honor,
for your Glory,
that you...
would want me,
to do.
Amen.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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