'Will you give me EVERYthing? '
And then a great silence.
'Cut every heart-string? ? '
I cringe at His Greatness.
The question rests
In fragile air
Just what is best?
Nothing seems fair.
Ripped in half,
I listen to the sound
Of the hard bim bam
Where my heart is found.
Deep down is found
A huge desire
To be unbound
From this muddy mire
But my battle begins
Because, Really? ! ?
I can't quite imagine
It seems rather unduly
To give up my dreams
My plans, wants, desires
But God's face beams
A consuming fire
Of lovely adoration
On me, a sinner
I feel a sensation
Oh to be a winner! ! !
But. The risk! ! !
Can I take the jump?
Heartbeat is brisk
Throat is a lump.
Persistance hits me.
What am I thinking? !
Will I just see? !
Giving in will make me free!
Martyrs gave their very LIFE
With ne'r a thot of risk or pain
Thru fire and strife
Their crown to gain
And then to think
That some small thing
Causes me to dumbly shrink..
Truth strikes and stings.
God take away my stubborn pride
And give to me humility
So that someday I will abide
With You for all Eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem