Playing As Me

[mounty]

I cannot help wonder, with all that i see,
In ten years time, what will have become of me?

Am i not, now a stranger even to myself,
Lost in numerous thoughts, each from a different head,

My Lord and Father i know you can see,
What will become of this woman, whos playing as me

For each day i wake up, i live another life,
I perform to the public
While driving, deeper, down goes the knife

Am i not a sucess to the crowds that observe
But
Am i not a failure to the one i long to serve

Lord an answer, even hope, please let it be,
Who is this woman playing as me?

 

[stephen]

Lovely poem. Knowing that you are in the Emerald Isle, to read it reminds me of that enchanting scenery, fishing, golf course ect.

Am i not a sucess to the crowds that observe
But
Am i not a failure to the one i long to serve

You are not a failure to the one you serve.

Unworthy am I of the grace that He gave,
Unworthy to hold His dear hand
Amazed that a king should reach down to a slave
This love I cannot understand.

Unworthy....Unworthy...A beggar in bondage and alone
But He made me worthy, and now by his grace
His mercy has made me his own

By His mercy and by His grace, which both are un fathomable, we are worthy, and accepted without reserve, into the kingdom and family of God.

 

[Coconut]

Heartfelt...

I believe the sparrow with the broken wing is no less loved because she cannot fly...

Surely the Physician only holds us closer in His loving tender care...

Matthew 9:12