RoseAnn V. Shawiak
An Instrument - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sun cast itself down the mountainside as my Father draped His love
Giving up all my sins and faults like packages and presents to His
hands to do with as He wills.
No longer bound by hidden shame or guilt, I have given my life over
As difficult as it has been, peace I have found inside is definitely
Reaching deep inside myself - laying all things bare - I now can
reach out to others with love and compassion, not letting my pride
take over and ruin relationships.
Shyness, selfishness and immaturity have all kept me locked up
tight within myself, like a vise clamping shut on all I am within.
Letting go has let God come inside and touch me to heal all hurt and
memories from my life.
He has given Himself to look to and guide the rest of my small little
Warmth inside feels good and I want to share it with everyone - but
I know now that each individual must meet God in their own way and
in their own time.
I am but an instrument which God uses to show others some reflection
of what life and His love are to them.
Everyone must make their own decisions on whether or not to open the
door and let Him in.
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