Poetry

God is a God to be worshipped.

To be in awe with Holy fear

And yet He calls us His Beloved

And invites us to draw near.

Come close dear child as I whisper

I have things I want you to hear

Love for your heart,

Healing for your soul

and Peace for all of your fear.

You try to do right in your own strength

Being good comes up short every time

The prince of this world keeps on peddling death

and guilt for your troubled mind

But God in His infinite wisdom

Knew that for all our noble attempt

That failure would come in our own flesh

So Jesus our Savior was sent.

Lay down everything...every...thing

Relinquish it all at His feet

For what man can not do in his trying

Is where God's grace and our failures meet.