| | I wrote this poem yesterday, out at Beulah Camp. I was reading in my Bible in Jeremiah how God would punish the Israelites because of their idolatry, and the reason idolatry was a big deal to God was that it meant that they were not relying on Him for their strength and hope, even though God freely provided that to them, and wanted them to have it. And I suddenly realized what a heart ought to say to Him for His provision, the state a heart should be in before Him, to keep oneself from being polluted by idols. It doesn't have great meter or structure, but it's from the heart, and I think that's what really counts in poetry. Anyway, here it is!
You are my Provider,
My self-sufficiency,
Omnipotent, transcendant,
And yet You care for me.
Not only are You good,
but You are also great.
I seek Your will, Lord, by Your power
before it is too late.
So save me Lord, though I'm undeserving
Take me from the miry clay
Rid me of my sinful nature
Give me, Lord, Your heart to pray,
And when I pray, to more take action,
Guided by Your power and love,
To look to You, my heart's perfection,
To set my mind on things above.
In my heart's war, wield Your power!
Destroy the sinful! Save the day!
The time You've given is this hour,
to reflect Your image in every way.
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