I didn't try to run Lord,
I didn't want to hide.
I didn't realize I hoard,
I didn't know I lied.
My heart was rotting in my chest,
But You came so I could be blessed,
My mind was dying in my skull.
You wanted my life to be full.
Now I struggle with control,
Slipping further into the hole.
Please teach my faith to soar,
A relationship with You restore.
I want my focus to be on You,
Not the miracles I see You do.
I still want to fall in love,
With a beautiful patient dove.
I want my faith in You to last,
Not shatter like broken glass.
I want to be called Your friend,
And my will to Yours wholly bend.
I am Your servant,
Imperfect, yet fervent.
I will follow You,
And do as You do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem