Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts

Rookie (13 June 1959 / Queens, New York)

I Sit... - Poem by Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts

I sit,
Begging for the crumbs,
that fall from Your table.
Feed me Lord-
Fill my hearts passion...
I hunger for You Lord...
I sit Lord,
Waiting for a drop
to fall from Your cup...
Fall on me...
Let me thirst-no more...
For shallow earthly ways.
Ignite me-
Equip me,
To be the servant
You alone- Will me to be...
Cleanse my heart
Cleanse my will.
Make me new again..
In the sweetness of Your grace.
I come to You Lord
Prepared for Your Touch,
Walking towards my 'open door'-
And the promise,
of Your Blessings.
To hunger and thrist
no more...
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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