Sometimes My Halo Tilts A Bit Poem by Cat Hodgson

Sometimes my halo tilts a bit
That's when you reach down and straighten it
I know all the right things to do
But the earthly trials, I go through!

They take me on a trip you see
Making me what I shouldn't be
They slide in my mind like ice
The picture, isn't always nice

Lord I'm glad you don't give up on me
You put my halo in the place it should be
Like a father to his child
When he gets out of sort, and little wild

Reaching down that great big hand
Take a hold of my mine, where I stand
Lead me in my journey here
So someday, I'll make it there

 

Romans 7: 18-25
 
Cathy Hodgson © 2009