Archive for June, 2009
absent
a painter without paints
trails his brush through the dust
and lifts it to the sky
scattering the dust in a line
which falls to the ground.
my efforts fall before the Lord
so many of them vain
striving of my selfishness
look Daddy look
what i can do, look
forgetting
that HE is Creator
remembering I pause
these deeds, mine
are small and dusty
i am afraid to look up
but when I do
i meet kindness and the tenderest affection
in His eyes
reaching for Daddy’s hand
I tremble because He is fierce
and mighty
and yet, I know
I am His.
I walk with my hand in his.