Psalm 4 Poem by Cory Huennekens

Not my will but yours
For what am I?
If I had a thousand years,
What would I be?
A second in infinity.

When all the trees sway in the breeze
May my roots hold firm
My trunk like a bronze pillar.

When steel that touches the sky
Is laid low by His fingers
Let my feet feel the gentle grass

None is righteous
But all have been made righteous

Exchange pride and arrogance
For lovely humble countenance.

Not my will but yours.
If I had ten thousand years
The work of my hands would fall
crumble to the ground dead

And if I spoke an untrue word
Would it not perish?

Though Heaven and earth pass away
Your word will remain forever

Let my words be your words
My heart be as your heart
My compassion as complete as Yeshua
My love as full as the Father
My wisdom as deep as the Ruach ha’kodesh
Adonai elochim tzvaot,
Let your perfect will be done.