Monday, September 24, 2007


Jesus, You are the only one that satisfies,

Yet so easily I look to another

And try to fight my own battles.

I thought I could be strong,

But I’m only getting lost in it all.

My weakened body lays defeated on the field,

Torn, battered, and bleeding.

I put my hands up in surrender and cry out,

“Father, I can’t do this on my own!”

Then I feel a tender touch,

See a caring face,

Hear a gentle whisper calling out my name.

Now salve is put on my wounds

And piece by piece I am placed back together.

I am refined, renewed, and refreshed,

All for the glory of your name!

Camp Shiloh 2005

1 comment:

nbtmail said...

And your Father was just waiting for you to see that you can't do it on your own...waiting with His compassionate heart, ready to help and heal as soon as you gave up your own strength. "The Lord your God is with you; He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing..." (Zephaniah 3:17) :-)