I am not now what I shall be
as I was once, in ages past.
As fire consumes first twig, then tree,
the winds of change keep fanning me;
in ashes I am me at last.
The future holds the grand design
though I know not my Maker's plan;
as I am called to cross each line,
the choice to follow clearly mine,
I shall obey as best I can.
All you see here is not my best,
for I must die to all because
I made a choice to lay to rest
one lump of flesh shed through each test;
when all is dead and never was.
The truth lies not in what I know.
Truth stands apart all of its own.
As I am spent so I shall grow
to follow Christ when He says, "Go!"
For when He calls, I go alone.
The Gadfly |
Submission Name: I Go Alone
thanx for letting me read this! gives a lil bit of hope!
