From the Mouth of Babes

I awaken each morning,

awed as a newborn seeing

the newness of the day.

I am not a perfect person,

but I know that as a weak human,

I am made authentic by the presence

of God in my life.

I am powerless whether

I will live another day.

The Grace of God is my protector.

 

I am authentic but not perfect;

God has allowed me to become

authentic in the frailness of my human body.

God forgives my misdeeds,

blesses me with His Grace.

I follow the teachings of Jesus,

fulfilling my duty to my fellow man.

I have worked at this for many years and

even though retired from a paying job,

I continue to serve through prayer and other ministries.

 

Wisdom has built her house within me -

that I may share God’s will.

When hard times visit me,

I do not fret . . .

or become alarmed.

I am always on my inner watch

and guard any negative or

forlorn thoughts

that enter my being.

As I do this,

I am as free as a child

frolicking in his play yard,

dancing among the flowers of God’s creation.

When change has come into my life,

 

I try not to be baffled,

And make life more difficult.

My adaptation to change may be slow,

may come only in God’s time,

but God, Wisdom, and the

teachings of the Gospels eventually

bring me to the new normal

God has prepared for me.

 

Jeremiah says,

“Before I formed you in the womb,

I knew you; before you were born,

I sanctified you.” (1:5).

 

I firmly believe that God has done this for all.

When we recognize this,

we can honestly say that we have

seen the Lord for we are in

Him and He is within us.

 

 

© Russell Kendall Carter

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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