Sometimes I am not ready yet
To say some words out loud
I fear my faith is small at best
My nature stubborn, proud
But one thing I will dare to speak
And none can prove it wrong
Is how, (deep breath) when I am weak
Then God in me is strong
I do not want discipline’s rod
All children need, and yet
How often I forget
And forge headstrong through plan and prep
Like foolish children do
Ignoring He who cups the step
That He alone sees through
…then like a tender Father He
Though it may feel unkind
With end result in mind
He does not plump pillows or kiss
My foolish vanity
But strips away what hinders this;
His Love shining through me
© Janet Martin
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