Reach Me, Teach Me Poem by Carmela Patterson

When it seems the inspirations do not come
Could it be that I am not listening to the voice within?
Could it be too many outside forces beat like a drum
Within my mind as satan strums his evil hymn?

Clear my mind, my heart, my soul and my spirit;
Thy gentle voice within, Lord, O let me hear it.
Wash away the mire my clay-clad feet are treading
Cleanse me of that sludge of evil I am so dreading.

Purify me as with remorse I come on bended knee
Never again to so thoughtlessly offend Thee.
Take my heart and soul and do Thou rend it
Hold it, mold it, enfold it and mend it
So shall I ever hear the gentle whispers within
And pen what my cleansed heart should have been.

Reach me, teach me, I beseech Thee!
Come to me, O Lord my God now, please.
As I humbly and sorrowfully fall to my knees
For I shall promise to listen well and long
To put to pen a thankful and praise-filled song
As my heart opens up for Thy filling
And joy beyond measure is spilling.

Reach me, teach me, I beseech Thee!


© Mel Patterson,12-30-09