Lord I can't take this pain and confusion,

It blights my soul like a bulbous contusion.

I struggle and strive with all my might,

But still can't seem to do what I know is right.

From deep in my soul anguished cries bleed forth,

But again I fall and question my worth.

 

I hope each time this fall is the last,

But soon forget lessons learned in the past.

'Midst seeking for strength and holding grace,

I let go of His hand and fall flat on my face.

Regaining my feet I can only wonder,

If the rocks of failure will break me asunder.

 

Banishing chaos his voice gently calls,

"My grace is sufficient to cover it all.

I sent My Only Son to die on the Cross,

To soothe your soul when tempest tossed."

Because He loves me and endures my dross,

To gold it will turn in the light of the Cross!

 

Copyright 2000 by Bruce A. Huff