I weep at the alter for the very first time.
a light, new, yet always there was made known to me that day.
My child-eyes knew Him more for the very first time.
"My life is Yours! My life is Yours!"
"take it from me now, I can't stand it anymore!"
Misery and pain spilled out of my infant-understanding.
I ment by death and yet You took my wishes to soar.
"My life is Yours! My life is Yours!
I make such a mess of things and and I jsut want to cry."
I know I can't win, and fixing things is far from talent.
but have I become to You a chore?
I find myself often, here, and doubts swell in my mind.
"My Love is yours, My Love is yours"
but my complaints near deafen His still, reaching words.
"Where are You, God?" my heart anxiously beats.
"Child, where is your shield? Where is your faith?
I comand you, TAKE UP YOUR SWORD."
"Count it all joy when you fall into trials..."
James resounded, relighting the flame within.
drinking His strength, zeal now pumping through my vains
sword in hand and sheild rased high, "My life is Yours" I whispered again.