Friday, December 7, 2012


Left to myself, Father, nothing,
and even worse, as my native bent
forms something, something dark and averse
to all that You are, and all You intend
that I would be.

You leave me not to myself, o Lord,
You rather undertake a work of love
Whereby nothing becomes something,
Something from Above, made in the image of who You are,
and who You promise I will be.

I am not, I cannot – You are, You can –
Hope rests solely in Christ,
This I understand, while devil, flesh and world
Still wrestle to suppress
All You would have me to be.

The end will see me glorified,
By grace alone, such grace
Through Christ who suffered so,
to make nothing into something, something that
He only could make me to be!

Left to myself, Father, nothing,
But by You, in You, through You – something - something
That You would have me to be…

“We are His workmanship... He which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.”
(Ephesians 2:10; Philippians 1:6)

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