Leader, Lover, Lord.
I hold a rusty sword.
Battered pages of all your word.
Effective salvation, grace in my hand.
I am drowning yet parched, in this wasted land.
Life-days shifting away like useless sand.
I read of wonder, talk of joy.
Pleasures, things a demonic ploy.
Passing loyalty to the precepts which restore joy.
Where to find you? Hear your truth?
If you love me? Why do they elude?
Lest I despair so soon?
My race unfinished, the prize unclaimed.
Untortured as Paul, but my heart feels maimed.
Perhaps for battle, I’m untrained.
Gird me in strength.
Raise my sword.
Guard me behind.
Lead me before.
Leader, Lover, Lord.
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Try to remember that if Paul didn’t have that thorn in his side he wouldn’t have been who he was and what he accomplished.
A crossroad I see before you 😉
Nice write!
Oh I hope so, that He would continually change me to be more like Jesus!!
Very encouraging and inspiring. Thank you for the blessing.
This is lovely..