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I’m just a worm, less than human
(Psalm 22:6; CEB).
1. I’m made of dread,
Instead of dust,
2. And cling to you in doubt,
Not trust.
3. I plead through pain,
Instead of prayer,
4. And serve you out of pride,
Not care.
5. I offer sin,
Instead of good,
6. And wait for you with fear,
Not love.
7. I seek the dark,
Instead of light –
8. Lord, may I walk by faith,
Not sight.
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We walk by faith, not by sight
(2 Corinthians 5:7; NIV).
Such a prayer in the depths such as this seeking Him so earnestly will stir the resources of His Heavenly Realm. In the darkness He will hold you secure.
We hold this treasure in jars of clay, so that the glory goes to God, and not us.
Perhaps there is more hope packed into this poem than many of the others.
Apart from Christ we can do nothing.
Blessings, sister Ruth.
You are so right, as always, David. Take care xxxxxx